Well, we had one crazy news week last week, huh?!
First, Gov. Sanford and his antics. Crazy, and a story that just keeps giving. Thank you for paying for your jaunt to Argentina to visit with your lover with state funds. Because that story might have been eclipsed by events later last week. Phew!
BTW, do you think Sanford and his lover had this type of interaction:
Then Farrah Fawcett died.
Okay, that was sorta expected. Farrah had been battling cancer for years and was, by all accounts, getting close to the end. No less sad, of course. We are talking about Farrah Fawcett here. Farrah, as I tweeted about you last week, thank you for being a part of the Charlie’s Angels lour… and for having perfect hair.
Can we just stop here for one second? Good G-d, I fucking loved that show. LOVED! I mean, Kate Jackson, Jaclyn Smith, and Farrah Fawcett? As police women turned PIs? Weilding guns and tennis rackets? Karate chopping and race car driving? What?! Yeah, so good. And not to take anything away from Cheryl Ladd, who was also great – but the original trio? Amazing.
And that hair?! Oh my goodness. Seriously, Farrah had perfect hair. Jaclyn Smith has pretty fantastic hair as well. Just tune into an episode of Sheer Genius to see how those locks kept up. And while I’ve never actually put a swim cap on my head, I’m a 100% certain that my hair would not look a tenth as fantastic as Jaclyn Smith’s hair from the intro. But Farrah’s hair? No comparison, folks. No comparison. And I don’t care for blondes.
But then, after spending 45 minutes trying to explain to the 23 year old in my office the genius of Farrah Fawcett, Charlie’s Angels – he’s even too young for the movies to be meaningful as a point of reference – that hair, etc. – the most shocking news arrived.
MICHAEL JACKSON DIED?!?!?
Okay, so I think we all probably knew that, like other iconic stars who made it a habit to fly a little too close to the sun, Michael likely would meet an untimely and tragic death. But still, shocking. I mean, shocking!
We celebrated MJ’s life on Friday by listening to some of the early Michael hits the Jackson Five, Off the Wall, and Thriller. Luckily, due to Republican shenanigans, we had plenty of time for a mini dance party in the front office.
Well, all this makes me remember two things.
One, while I have pop-culture-ish fascination and heartbreak about these events, there are families out there who lost loved ones – be it through death or deception. There are young kids who are waking up today without a mom or a dad. Or they are waking up with the knowledge – a lesson they are almost certainly too young to learn – that their parent is flawed beyond their comprehension. And that really sucks.
Second, life it too fucking short. We have very little time in this stage of existence. Folks, it’s time to cut out the bullshit, to cut out all the noise that distracts us from being the people we want to be and from living the lives we want to live. Sure, easier said than done. But it can be done.
Now if I can only figure out how to do that without flipping any tables…