Remember Anna Nicole Smith? I remember reading this online at Yahoo.Anybody who arrived from Mars and wanted to know what all the fuss was over this Anna Nicole Smith would do well to watch just one clip: her appearance at the 2004 American Music Awards. Prancing onstage in a tight-fitting black gown – she grabbed your attention. Her looks were outlandish, but there was beauty beneath the excess.
And then she spoke. “Like my body?” she asked, tracing her fingers over her breasts. Her slurred words spilled out dangerously. She was clearly very high on something, and you wondered if she would survive, literally.
It was hard to watch. And, of course, harder not to.
Her strange life seemed to veer from one outsized struggle to another. She struggled famously with her weight and with her family. She sometimes even struggled to speak without slurring. She had a TV show that could be so embarrassing you’d want to watch it with dark sunglasses on. Much more tragically, she lost her 20-year-old son. Five months ago she had a baby daughter and now two men claim to be the father.
In other words, she was a perfect pop culture icon. [1]
I really feel for Anna Nicole Smith. Not only because she was dysfunctional. Not only because she was addicted to drugs or alcohol, or she had a hard life. Many people have those in one form or another, perhaps not at the same level as she did. I feel for her because she was ultimately distracted, and wanted so much to be satisfied in life. To live life large. She thought fame, fortune, drugs, alcohol, sex, her gorgeous body and her pretty face, her rich husband, her TV show, kids – having a family she never had… She thought those things would make her happy and satisfied. She was distracted from real and lasting happiness. She placed her trust in pop culture, and it killed her. Read the rest of this entry »