Friday, January 25, 2008

Heath Ledger, The Real Tragedy

My thoughts on what we need to know and what we deserve to know about Heath Ledger's death. And in a rare moment I discuss sports.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

It is absolute buffoonery when I see people buy into the "Britney getting out of a car" type of deal. It drives me nuts. Especially when you have a family member that watches all those stupid entertainment tonight shows and such and buys the magazines as well. Perhaps we should have local papers gossiping about the fact that Mrs. D didn't bake her apple pies correctly this time and lost the pie contest. I'm ranting but you see my point. RIP Heath.

Anonymous said...

I sincerely fear for the future of the media in regards to the white-hot light of fame-following that goes on, and how even legitimate news is pressured to report "the latest and greatest" on what are essentially empty celebrity stories. The whole Anna Nicole Smith bit last year made me physically ill; I couldn't partake of any of the media frenzy with Smith, and any woman that popped on the screen who looked remotely like her prompted me to change the channel. Then there's the demand for autopsy and toxicology reports to be made public right away... what's up with that? And what's next? I thought we as a society learned our lesson some thirty years ago with the "last photo" furor created by the National Enquirer, when they published John Lennon's morgue photo in 1980. My mistake. There were still some ambulance doors to pound on.

Anonymous said...

Great commentary...incisive and, of course, funny. You rule.

Steph said...
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Anonymous said...

what if you laced the cocaine with aspirin? would that help the heart attack thing? well, i'm not gonna try it - drugs are pretty stupid.

I'm not sure why our society cares so much about the lives of celebs, I'm guilty of buying star magazine weekly. Not sure what I get out of it.

Anonymous said...

LOL! Dude, I think you're the best. Buffunetarded? What a word. Brittney is famous for getting in and out of cars, and being harrasses non-stop by our need to know if she's wearing underware. You know, I never got why everyone harked on her for her MTV big time comeback performance. This is what she does! The only difference is she's not an underage hottie anymore, she's a shaved-head mom. People expected her to do what? This is her act: come out and dance, lip-sync, and get rubbed on by bald black dudes with gold body paint. That's Britney! Leave her alone!!! :)

Anonymous said...

Amen. Well said.