Against my better impulses, I watched a small snippet of the Michael Jackson memorial. It reminded me of the Ronald Reagan memorial, but, like, a drag queen version.
Now I hear Latoya Jackson is insisting MJ was murdered.
Personally, I feel entirely divorced, both intellectually and viscerally, from the whole affair. Growing up when I did, sure Michael Jackson was big, but he had already been big for a long time. As I was coming into cultural awareness of the world around me, MJ was just an established fact of life, like the weather. Soon, he began his decline into absurdity. Then, he died.
That's pretty much the arc of any life lived in the spotlight, so it's hard to get too worked up about it. The endless news media/blogosphere commentary - both about his death and also the incessant coverage of his death, on and meta- on ... - is also entirely predictable. YAWN.
That's the modern age for ya.
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