Almost two weeks ago, I was at work, and had gotten up from my computer to work on some stuff. As is normal, the screensaver came on after a few minutes. I prefer my screensaver to be a bit more functional than merely saving the screen, so I have my work computer set up to read the news from CNN’s RSS feed, and display the headlines on the screen.
After a few minutes away from the computer, I happened to glance up at the screen and see something about Michael Jackson going to the hospital, possibly in a coma. Curious, I sat back down in front of the machine and flicked off the screensaver. CNN was reporting that Michael Jackson had been rushed off to the hospital, but that details were sketchy. A quick trip to Digg, which had sucked the story away from TMZ, confirmed what I figured must have happened: Michael Jackson was dead.
That night, all the news websites and TV stations paid tribute to Jackson by playing his music, interviewing his peers and his fans, and talking about his life. Pretty standard fare for a celebrity death. As expected, it continued for the next few days.
The problem now, is that two weeks later, it still hasn’t stopped. A quick peek onto CNN’s website or TV station yields article upon article covering all ranges of the Jackson story from the smallest mundane details of his life to the morbid memorial service.
Seriously, I’ve had enough; I’m tired of hearing about Michael Jackson.
About the only thing I hate worse than this non-stop smattering of tributes is the fact that in death, Michael Jackson seems to have been excused from every questionable thing he did in his troubled life.
And I’m not saying that to take away from the man’s accomplishments. The guy was an incredibly talented entertainer – there’s no question about that. In his prime, back in the 80’s and 90’s, Michael Jackson simply couldn’t be beat. But I don’t think that, just because the guy died, we should forget about the many allegations of child abuse that were made against him. Or the horrendous mess he made of his face with excessive plastic surgery. Or even the whole baby-dangling-out-of-the-window thing.
We should acknowledge that Michael Jackson was a talented, yet troubled man, and that to some he will be missed. Now let’s move on.
To be perfectly honest, I was more sad to see TV pitchman Billy Mays pass away, anyway.