Isn’t it remarkable that the recent deaths of an ancient TV sidekick, a toothy former pin-up girl with a lot of hair, and a bizarre face-changing pop idle who has been looking like death warmed over for years now , have knocked everything else off the page? Truly America is the most superficial of cultures. Our national literature is contained in “Star” and “People.” Aside from some interesting regional dishes our national serving plate is a Quarter-pounder with cheese. Any day now I expect that the Hubble telescope will be purchased by The Ntional Enquirer and directed to hunt for previously undetected cellulite on the thighs of Megan Fox.
Related: Now this heavy gravity from the New Yorker of all places: “Michael died today [sickeningly paraphrasing French novelist Albrt Camus' opening in The Stranger: 'Mother died yesterday'] I am here in Los Angeles…but from the moment Michael Jackson died, I’ve been unable to talk or think about anything else. Professionally and environmentally, the world is saying: react, react, react…” Oh I don’t know, it seems these words would be more appropriate, say for the horror going on in Iran (you know, slaughter and torture, the wrenching death video of a young Iranian woman) than for the albeit sad demise of a disturbed and broken entertainer. BTW, what does this idiot mean by envionmentally? And listen to this: “Twitter, not for the first time, served as the fastest, thickest, and most unruly news feed…once Jackson’s death became a miserable, concrete fact, Twitter became the gates to a palace, and people laid their digital bouquets against the rails…” Give this guy a rose for purple prose, wouldya. I may just have to cancel my digital subscription to that magazine.
Update: Voices of sanity emerging in a slithering sea of mental carcasses:
Update: Brainless Michael.