And Sometimes You’re Forced to Talk About It

In the middle of a data entry frenzy and over the sounds of my tunes I heard Sunny say, “No way…Anna Nicole is dead.” Not having the time to sneak a peek at the internet and not really into the paparazzi and gossip thrill ride that was Anna Nicole’s life, I nodded to myself at my desk and sighed a “That’s too bad.”

I put my head back down and set back to work.

Then, my boss chimed in, which started off a new round of discussion. To which I finally spoke up and said, “Well…it sounds bad…but at least it’s over.” The comment was greeted with a gasp and “That’s mean.”

Well, if you’re going to make me talk about it…sheesh. Fine. I’ll say it.

I’m NOT an Anna Nicole fan. I didn’t agree with the way she lived her life. People will call her stupid, but she was savvy enough to get a reality show, three husbands, and endorsements. Anna Nicole emulated one of the most famous starlets in history in Marilyn Monroe. The look, the talk, and even the name change. Why? Because when a girl comes from as an underprivileged background as Anna Nicole – all you really want from the world is attention.

And then you find out all the attention comes with bigger, badder, and meaner demons than you can ever possibly imagine. She was a girl spinning out of control at 100 miles per hour until she came to a screeching halt today at age 39. And now she’s splashed all over the media pavement like road kill.

So yes, it’s a good thing she’s not here anymore.

Now she can get whatever rest she’s looking for. For those of us who believe in an afterlife or spiritual beings can agree that she’ll be able to take care of everyone she loves better than she could here on earth. Wherever she ended up, her life is her own and she will be at peace.

Just as soon as we stop dissecting her life and death.

We can blame that horrid Nancy Grace or the slimy Geraldo Rivera. But really, most of us make a choice to watch it.

There, I said it. And now I can go back to what I was doing before.