Very strange to me that I was the last poster originally to this thread and had some strong words to say about MJ. I was going to start a new one but decided to search first. I hacked my original post below:
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Originally Posted by alicat
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.
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 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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I STILL feel the same as I did when I wrote that and yet I found myself unexpectedly crying when I heard the update that he had actually died. I think my sadness is because of what I said previously, I grew up with him and respected him at some point. He was great at his height.
I think mortality comes into play too. He was only 12 years older than me and was a huge part of my older "formative" years. It's hard to fathom that rich people don't have a huge team of doctor's to scour them from head to toe to find any "red flag" long before it kills them. Michael was Michael though. RIP
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