Monday, February 12, 2007

so... call me calous, if you will, but i'm really rather indifferent that Anna Nichole Smith is dead.
it's hard hearted, i know.
it's sad for the family, don't get me wrong, and her friends.
but really why is the media fawning over this story?
it was a drug overdose... yeah, so?
it might be a conspiracy to kill her for her money.... uh yeah.... so?
let's not forget how she got this money, shall we?
let the rich have their conspiracies against each other, let them jocky for a place at the table greed, they'd only be worse than everyone else by being successful at it , yet again, who cares.
if she'd been a tremendous talent, somebody who made a mark on culture, and not simply pop-culture, maybe i could see it. i could understand why people outside her inner circle would give a shit.
most people know her for three things:
posing in playboy.
marrying an octogenerian for his money
that ridiculous television show on E that was really more sad than it was entertaining.
when all is said and done, she'll be yet another tragic footnote in the history of entertainment.
seems so fickle.
this culture we've dubbed "pop"