I have a house that desperately needs to be cleaned. I have laundry begging to be folded and put away. I have writing projects that are overdue. I have phone calls to return. I have lessons to prepare. I have errands to run.
But the top thing on my to-do list today?
To snuggle with this sick little girl who is growing up too quickly.
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I generally try to avoid touchy subjects like politics, media controversies, and deep religious discussions. This is a classic mommy blog. And I can’t stand it when people are mad at me, so I rarely open cans of worms here.
There are times, however, when the “other” parts of me are screaming to express themselves in this forum. Today is such a time.
This hype over the life and death of Michael Jackson has gone way overboard. And it is just casting a huge spotlight on one of the big things I think we have so very wrong. Why do we worship our celebrities so much? And no…”worship” isn’t too strong a word for this. Did you watch the funeral coverage today? If you had your TV on, you probably were. It was about all that was on. The choir sang “Soon and Very Soon We are Going to see the King” as the gawdy golden casket carrying the self-proclaimed “King of Pop” was brought in. It was obvious that the focus was sadly misplaced. That song is referring to the King of Kings not the King of Pop. {ducks to avoid objects being thrown by Jackson fans}
And why is Los Angeles bearing the financial burden for the memorial? They are financially strapped already and are spending an estimated $2.5 million on the memorial. Seriously? That’s just nuts. Plain and simple. Nuts. I don’t even know how else to put it.
I loved Michael Jackson’s music. As freakish as his persona was, he was a great musician and entertainer. As many people my age have declared, his music served as the soundtrack to many of my favorite teenager memories. Hey…I even fondly remember doing a campy “Thriller” dance routine during halftime at a high school football game. Great memories. But…perspective? At worst, he was a child molester (I know…”alledged”). At best, he was a strange man who saw nothing wrong with “sharing his bed” with children.
I wonder how many soldiers lost their lives the same day Michael Jackson died. Do we know their names? Their faces? Do we even care? Innocent protesters were being beaten and killed in the streets of Tehran while our government leaders said nothing for days. But the House of Representatives had a moment of silence in memory of Jackson?
Celebrities are just people who live in the public eye. They are flawed. They are mortal. And it is indeed sad when anyone dies because that death always leaves a void for the friends and family left behind.
I, for one, would love to see a major paradigm shift. I hate that we send such a sad message to our children. That if you are a celebrity entertainer or athlete, it doesn’t matter how you live. That money and fame are more valuable than integrity and character. That their lives and deaths are more significant than say, a Peace Corps volunteer serving selflessly in Africa.
I pray for comfort for Jackson’s family and friends, especially for his children. I pray that we find a way to get priorities straight, especially for our children.
OK. Back to our regularly scheduled programming. Cute kids coloring giant coloring books in the kitchen floor.
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