Almost a week and the hype is still pretty much alive. Michael Jackson. The internet has never reported on him so extensively till now. It makes me wonder where everybody was when he was slammed with the molestation charges (in which he was acquitted...let's not forget).
Did I cry? No and I still can't. I'm still in shock.
When I heard about Farrah Fawcett's death, I wept. And that's saying a lot because I've never wept over a celebrity before (not even for Paul Newman). My mom introduced me to Charlie's Angels when I was around 11 or 12. It wasn't the storyline that she wanted me to see but the idea that if women could kick ass way back in the 70s, why should the 90s produce weak females? After a couple of years, Charlie's Angels was shown again on cable and it was either on AXN or Starworld in the afternoons (12 to 1, if I remember correctly) when I was in school and I'd keep coins just to call my mom and make sure she was watching even though we'd already seen Season 1 many times by then.
Farrah was more than just a star for me. She was the common ground that brought about many conversations between my mother and me. About her hair, her smile, her sense of humour, there just wasn't a thing about Farrah that didn't captivate me and have my mother laughing at me for being that way (even though Mom thought she was beautifully awesome as well). She's even brought us closer with the crushing reality that cancer not only strikes but breaks a person down and shatters the elegance of death.
I think the media has been a traitor to her by not even bothering to show more than 2 minutes of the funeral. Just glimpses from the news stations. I'm sure she deserves more than that.
I had the opportunity of watching Michael live in concert in 1996 when he was here on his History tour. I still remember it like it was last night. The lights, the sound and the fact that I was breathing the air that he was breathing....Spellbindingly fantastic because true to the entertainer that he is, or rather was, he never gave less than 110%. I didn't say a word throughout the concert because I was captivated. I remember my aunt, sitting beside me and excitedly clutching my hand. I squeezed her hand and held the programme book tightly in my other hand. I don't remember if there was a mosh pit but if I'd known that, that very performance would be my only chance to see him, I'd have somehow made my way to the front (even if I had to push and bite ppl to get there!).
When Michael died, a part of my past died. I grew up listening and dancing to him and even trying to get some sort of a groove thing going, through the beat. I remember being 10 and begging my mom for an identical fedora like his. I had the shoes, the socks and the white tee by then. At 13, as the kids moved on to contemporary artists, I stayed true to him. I remember even telling my friends that I will be his third wife. I laugh when I think about it now but I know I was dead serious then.
In the last week, these two events have left me with questions. If death steals life in a minute (Michael) or drags it and tortures it slowly with pain (Farrah), why is humanity still so caught up in the past and events that may be socially unacceptable? Who are we to judge the next person? I think it's time to wake up and start living in the present and keep the future as a dream. No point worrying about a time that you may not even be part of!
Did I cry? No and I still can't. I'm still in shock.
When I heard about Farrah Fawcett's death, I wept. And that's saying a lot because I've never wept over a celebrity before (not even for Paul Newman). My mom introduced me to Charlie's Angels when I was around 11 or 12. It wasn't the storyline that she wanted me to see but the idea that if women could kick ass way back in the 70s, why should the 90s produce weak females? After a couple of years, Charlie's Angels was shown again on cable and it was either on AXN or Starworld in the afternoons (12 to 1, if I remember correctly) when I was in school and I'd keep coins just to call my mom and make sure she was watching even though we'd already seen Season 1 many times by then.
Farrah was more than just a star for me. She was the common ground that brought about many conversations between my mother and me. About her hair, her smile, her sense of humour, there just wasn't a thing about Farrah that didn't captivate me and have my mother laughing at me for being that way (even though Mom thought she was beautifully awesome as well). She's even brought us closer with the crushing reality that cancer not only strikes but breaks a person down and shatters the elegance of death.
I think the media has been a traitor to her by not even bothering to show more than 2 minutes of the funeral. Just glimpses from the news stations. I'm sure she deserves more than that.
I had the opportunity of watching Michael live in concert in 1996 when he was here on his History tour. I still remember it like it was last night. The lights, the sound and the fact that I was breathing the air that he was breathing....Spellbindingly fantastic because true to the entertainer that he is, or rather was, he never gave less than 110%. I didn't say a word throughout the concert because I was captivated. I remember my aunt, sitting beside me and excitedly clutching my hand. I squeezed her hand and held the programme book tightly in my other hand. I don't remember if there was a mosh pit but if I'd known that, that very performance would be my only chance to see him, I'd have somehow made my way to the front (even if I had to push and bite ppl to get there!).
When Michael died, a part of my past died. I grew up listening and dancing to him and even trying to get some sort of a groove thing going, through the beat. I remember being 10 and begging my mom for an identical fedora like his. I had the shoes, the socks and the white tee by then. At 13, as the kids moved on to contemporary artists, I stayed true to him. I remember even telling my friends that I will be his third wife. I laugh when I think about it now but I know I was dead serious then.
In the last week, these two events have left me with questions. If death steals life in a minute (Michael) or drags it and tortures it slowly with pain (Farrah), why is humanity still so caught up in the past and events that may be socially unacceptable? Who are we to judge the next person? I think it's time to wake up and start living in the present and keep the future as a dream. No point worrying about a time that you may not even be part of!
posted by Sang at 4:04 AM
3 Comments:
nostalgic entry.harks back to the retro era intermingling with pop. rip-MJ
=)
its either i have gone bonkers from teaching eng to my students or there's really something weird about ur statement.
wads "So alien thing writing Yvonne's posts..."?
i get wad u mean, but i dun get wad u wrote.
=)
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