Is there something wrong with me because I'm not emotionally affected by someone's passing just because they're famous? I used to love MJ when Thriller hit it big - listened to the record all the time. But I didn't know the weirdo and I'm an adult now. I remember enjoying his music as a child and right now I think, "Oh, that's a pity," but gimme a break. Some of the drama I'm seeing written about him on the net by random people..... "I am in utter shock.... A piece of my childhood is gone forever..... I don't know what I'm supposed to do now..... The world has lost one of the most talented, wonderful individuals it's ever seen....."
The guy was a great entertainer and had enormous hits in the 80s, but it would be an understatement to say he's been less than prolific since then. He had a downright strange, possibly criminal affinity for children, exemplified the meaning of vanity and narcissism with his countless cosmetic surgeries and larger-than-life statues of himself on his world tours, and caused concern about the well-being of his children through his odd behavior and lifestyle. Put all those things together, and you've got a character for the ages, but....
The point is, I would jump for joy if someone assured me that the media wouldn't turn this whole thing into a circus and inundate us all with endless commentary on this guy's life for the next several weeks. The people who made his life a living hell for the better part of the last two decades are now going to feed the crocodile tear machine and the public will eat it up because some entertainer they knew a bunch of stuff about but never really knew is dead.
Dare I say - get a life, and get over the drama. You didn't know him, and life goes on.
---Off the Wall