On Thursday, part of my childhood and early adult years died, along with the passing of Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson.
So CHARLIE'S ANGELS was a T&A show, but to this twelve year old, they were strong, sexy, and independent. I proudly wore a pink CHARLIE'S ANGELS t-shirt until the decal wore off. With beauty and wit, Farrah Fawcett as Jill Munroe always got her man, just by simply pointing a gun at him and telling him, "Freeze, turkey!"
Farrah Fawcett made mistakes, as we all do since we were are human. Yet she fought her battle with that horrible disease cancer in public, not to glorify herself, but to shed realistic light onto it. There's nothing glamourous about it. In her death, perhaps she will save lives.
Michael Jackson--I used to watch the JACKSON 5 cartoon on Saturday mornings. Michael was a cool kid, full of adventure and song. The THRILLER CD--who didn't own it? Watching MJ dance and sing. A few Jackson and Michael Jackson songs are on my iPod; videos on You Tube now make me sad, especially "I'll Be There." How could someone so brilliantly meant for pop music self-destructed in the ways he did? He was human, and all humans have their breaking points. MJ, it seems, had too many and a few demons always in his mind.
Mourn our icons today. Remember that they always human, neither perfect nor infallible.