So, Anna Nicole.
I must confess, I wasn’t a fan. I thought she was a bimbo, actually, a grotesque and idiotic caricature of feminity, and an example of everything that’s wrong with the American worship of fame for fame’s sake.
Nevertheless, I find that I actually feel bad about her sudden death. She always seemed like such a helpless creature, and she has had a heavy ration of crap handed to her recently: the death of her 20-year-old son, the paternity battle over her infant son daughter, the on-going inheritance battle, and a newly minted class-action suit that named her, specifically, as a co-defendant. I have a hunch we’re going to find out she died of an overdose, either accidental or deliberate. I find it very easy to imagine her washing down pills with a glass of vodka while blubbering that we wouldn’t have Anna Nicole to kick around anymore. That’s a terribly sad ending for any human being, even one whose only apparent goal in life was to “be famous.”
I guess she managed that, though, didn’t she? She’ll now be enshrined alongside all those other starlets who met untimely and pathetic ends. Maybe that’s what she’s really wanted all the way along…