Justified. Acted too much like a wife/fiancée too soon. Her reaction says "I'm hated? Me? OMGosh...how dare y'all? Queen of the world I AM! Will address you in a future song!" Relax, girl, it's not like your entire race booed you like Whitney endured at 89's Soul Train Awards. You're 35 and Travis seems in no hurry to put a ring on it or a baby in it. Freeze your eggs and continue releasing albums I won't add to my playlist. Better yet, disappear altogether; the only reason you're still popular is you don't sing about suckling your boyfriend's post-game underarmour in a leopard-print thong, a bleached wig acting like a shirt, and with stilts for fingernails. You're today's Avril Lavigne in a Britney world.