Ok let me give you the latest evidence that I am a total asshole:
Today while at work I got an AP news alert pop up on my iPhone that says something about Michael Jackson being taken to the hospital. I chuckled at this. I knew he was preparing for his tour, so I thought he got his hair caught on fire again, a la Pepsi commercial. Then a short while later, I got an email that says Michael Jackson had died, of cardiac arrest. Yup, I felt so freaking awful, that I was insensitive and had made light (as I tend to do), that he had died too early (fifty is still too early), and that he has really young kids. I would never pretend to be a fan. I don't own a single Michael Jackson record, and cringed at his post-Thriller output. Nonetheless, an icon is an icon. And there is no denying the influence on pop culture. So here is probably my favorite Michael Jackson song:
And of course, we also lost Farrah Fawcett today to her long battle with cancer. I heart Charlie's Angels, and back then, Farrah was my favorite (even though as I grew up, I ended up preferring Jacyln Smith). There was something so inherently sweet and sexy about Farrah's Jill Monroe.
So there they go.
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