Michael Jackson died.
I know plenty of people will miss him as an entertainer. Frankly I never was a fan of the guy. I like some of the songs, but I never understood the frenzy surrounding the guy as a singer and dancer. He was cool, but not that cool, and I didn’t know many people that bought his albums.
Even so, I find that I am going to miss Michael Jackson and that I have been robbed of years of entertainment from him due to his untimely death.
See, I was a fan of the freak show that was Michael Jackson.
I’m not the type to follow celebrities, I just don’t care who is having babies, or gaining weight, or whatever. Hell, I didn’t even care about Michael.
But I loved watching how freaky weird his face got. I loved hearing about his weird behavior, like baby dangling, wanting to buy the Elephant Mans bones, having a pet chimp, and hanging out with Emmanuel Lewis and McCauley Culkin… I wonder what that was all about, (wink wink)?
My interest in celebrities lives is the same as my interest in the lives of the guy at the gas station, or a bartender, or the janitor at work. They are just people that provide various services for me and the rest of the public, but I have no interest in their lives. Celebrities are just the people that provide the service of entertainment. They are regular people, like you and I, except that us regular people won’t let them have a normal life. For some reason, we feel we have a right to know all the sordid details of their lives.
Frankly I felt sorry for Michael that he lived in such a huge spotlight, that he became a freak. Dude may have been a weirdo, but being under the constant gaze of society, the press and the paparazzi, he became a MAJOR weirdo. He was a weirdo that never grew up and had issues with his image and developed weird perversions that led to him allegedly molesting little boys. And to a degree, this is partially our fault.
But this is what I found so fascinating about Michael Jackson. I enjoyed the mutant freak of the entertainment industry that he became. I enjoyed seeing what happens to a person when they get that famous. I enjoyed the train wreck that was his life. I guess it is a form of schadenfreude, and even though I was not the type to follow everything he did, I was still a part of the force that made him who he was, because I enjoyed watching someone who is always being watched.
So now I am feeling guilty, but I am also enjoying the frenzy surrounding his death. I can’t wait for the conspiracy theories about how he faked his death, or was murdered or whatever they will be. I just know they are coming.
I am enjoying watching how ridiculous the press and media truly are by watching the amount of coverage they are giving to the story of Michael’s death.
But I am also sickened by how much attention we are giving this. Even in death we can’t leave the guy alone for one second. And as much as I would like to think I am not a part of the problem, I am still following the news on it, trying to convince myself that my motives are different than the rest of the masses that are following this. I like to think I am not contributing to this, but even now, I am writing this post, and you are reading it, and the cycle continues.
So, for what it is worth, rest in peace Michael.
Now… has anyone spotted him alive yet? Was he with Elvis? Has he appeared on a tortilla in Mexico? I have to know.