Not grief-stricken, you understand, but bad nevertheless. I feel bad because I haven’t rallied to the cause of a well-manufactured media circus of international grief that is revolving around the untimely but absolutely predictable death of Whitney Houston.
Where would ET be without this sort of thing to butter their corporate bread?
The Houston case is a similar thing to the death of also hugely talented Amy Winehouse. It wasn’t a matter of ‘if’ the demise would transpire, but ‘when’. You could also throw Michael Jackson and Elvis into the mix, if you choose.
So, I’m sorry for members of her family and those who knew her well at a personal level, but for all the fans that bewail her death, yeah, you’ll miss a talent, but get over it. You didn’t actually know her and she didn’t actually know you.
I mean, if you like her music then I understand how you value what she did. But there’s lots of it available and, let us be painfully honest, she didn’t do anything of much worth for the past decade when her excesses had taken their toll. And no, I wasn’t a particular fan of her stylings, but I know how much we can regret the loss of an entertainer we value. There are lots, like Joplin, Jim Croce, Jimi Hendrix and even Buddy Holly that I miss, so I get it.
Again though, let’s not make this into a death of Princess Diana revisited. And to all those grief stricken folks who left those quintillion bouquets in front of Buck House, the dear lady didn’t know you.
My particular bias in this offering is to suggest that exaggerated grief for a so-called ‘legend’ (the papers have been full of this overworked adjective used to describe something Miss Houston was not; she was a good singer in her day but that’s about all, so let’s not cheapen the word legend, either) takes from genuine grief of the sort that we all must face sometime or other in our lives.
We have lost or will lose people we genuinely love in our lives and we will have to bear with the agonies of going through true visceral grief. It’s a process and it’s a process that can make even the strongest of us waver at different moments in that process. Some never truly get past the heartbreak of a genuine loss, and that compounds the overall sadness.
For me, I’d rather look in the direction of some of the genuine pain in the world, not the pain evoked from when highly privileged people with all the opportunities in the world make really dumb choices.