Stupid colonialist Britney Spears

I spent all day today reading Yokomitsu Riichi's book Shanghai, which is a really excellent novel about a couple of Japanese men in various stages of down-and-out-ness in Shanghai in 1925, when most of Europe and Japan were squabbling over who had the right to colonize China. The last fifty pages or so are rather intense and engrossing, which naturally meant that I tuned out everything but the book during that part; as I was nearing the end, though, I suddenly realized that the silence that had previously reigned supreme in my mind had been replaced by the unlovely strains of "Hit Me, Baby, One More Time," a song I haven't heard for at least a year. Despite my best efforts to supress it, my mind insisted on adding this one-song soundtrack to the last ten pages or so, even going so far as to swoop and crescendo in line with the plot.
Is my subconscious trying to alert me to the fact that Britney Spears is, in fact, a time-traveling siren sworn by demonic blood vow to colonize China in the 1920s, thereby providing her with a large population base she can exploit to produce vast quantities of low-quality evil that she can sell at immense profit to wealthier economies, possibly in the future?
If so, all I have to say to my subconscious is: Dude. I totally know. Who doesn't? I mean, it's obvious.