Yesterday wasn’t a good day to be a celebrity.
Thinking about Michael Jackson, I feel so sad, seeing his transformation, through the years, from a beautiful child/young man, to the grotesquerie that he became. What better metaphor for the excesses, prejudices, and superficial values of our culture? In the end, I almost felt relieved to hear of his passing …
Now the spectacle of his ongoing self-destruction can no longer be fodder for gawkers … and can no longer harm him or anyone else.
Sad to see such talent twisted beyond recognition.
Sad to see his face change into an empty mask over time.
Sad and scary to see some of the human costs of American pop culture so graphically spelled out across the decades.
We ate him up and spat him out.