I have breaking news, you gize.
You may not have heard but Michael Joseph Jackson died yesterday at the age of 50. I know. How did he make it to 50???? Modern day miracle and some surgeries, I suspect. He looked great. I'm thinking he had a leeeetle work done but his plastic surgeons were amazingly subtle. Hardly even noticeable.
It is amazing to think of the influence he had over the entire world. Not influential in the "we wanna be like him way" but in the way his music and life were woven in with our own. Even in the short time I've been blogging he has made several appearances in many things I have done.
He was mentioned in my UGLIES BOOK REVIEW HERE as an example of a cruel pretty.
He was brought up in one of my podcasts with Memzy when we talked about how in 1994, the president of the MJ Fan Club got mad at her for sending out a virus warning to the entire membership (she was only trying to save their PCs!!)
And, of course, who can forget this?
Right. No one can forget. And we have Michael (and SWV and that 90s Trivia game and Twilight) to thank for it.
I will miss him but I have been missing him for the past 15 years or so. It was weird because my boys wanted to watch the Thriller video on YouTube a couple of weeks ago. I don't know where they got that idea from but they thoroughly enjoyed it. They are lucky. They get to remember him THAT way.
Here's something else I was thinking about.... Farrah Fawcett, of course, died as well. I was a bigger fan of Ed McMahon but still, sad. Anyway, her "long time love" was Ryan O'Neal. Ryan was the father of Tatum O'Neal who was Michael Jackson's first fake girlfriend (his first real girlfriend was Corey Feldman, for the record). There is some kind of a connection here, people. Something I can't quite bring together and connect the dots but it's there... something with the O'Neals and death and maybe debt.
Lemme know if you figure it out.
PS LOVE The Onion.