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When I was a little kid in the '70's, there were these little gum records (albums) in a sleeve that was printed to look just like the full-sized true album, called "ChuBop's". I have no idea if my memories are correct but I think the "Jackson 5" was among them in addition to artist's like Blondie ("The Tide is High", anyone?!) and Pat Benetar.
That whole lead-in was for me to say that I remember the "original" pre-plastic surgery Michael Jackson. Not the "ABC, easy as 123" days, but the years from then to "Billie Jean", "Thriller" and beyond.
Given that I remember the original black, wider nosed MJ, I have very little sympathy for any side-effect's of his willing butchery of his own face. I also don't buy the "vitiligo" reason. Okay, he started his nose shaving at the exact same time he was "struck" with this disease that also made him look more caucasian? Riigghhhttt!
I have serious doubt's that anything he's had done has given him cancer and I think he has a very good chance of surviving the type he may have. My father has been battling this type for 30 yrs. Believe it or not, my distain towards MJ is because I grew up with him, respected him and have watched the sad train-wreck he has become. I'm not trying to be deliberately snarky but at least Janet and Latoya took a page from Michael and let their noses be after a couple of surgeries.
I just realized that in everyday life, I could give two shit's about MJ or any other celebrity and have no idea why I wrote this much about him. It has to be chalked up to nostalgia...
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