I’m sorry, but I’m going to be writing a blog post about Michael Jackson. I know, I know, everyone else will be too. But I’m the Pop Culture Librarian. It’s kind of required for me.
But, I don’t have time to write a real post about the place of Michael Jackson in my elementary school heart. There wasn’t much I loved more when I was a child than Michael. There is a part of my childhood self that is sort of (I know, I’m being corny) devastated about him, and has been for a long time because of the wacky dude he turned out to be and now the devastation has a nice neat bow on it to end the whole crap story. I could wax nostalgic about it. But I have so much shit to do today that it’s 7am and I am already feeling like I am behind on my day.
So instead of all that, I am going to tell you what made me laugh, and laugh, and laugh yesterday about Jacko. I know, inappropriate and insensitive. Dying is no laughing matter. But don’t I always laugh at inappropriate times? I think I have thoroughly documented this by now.
My friend Toby wrote this on his Facebook wall after the news came out yesterday:
“And The Whole World Has To Answer Right Now Just To Tell You Once Again, Who’s Dead.”
Is it just me or is that the funniest thing you have ever sung to yourself in your head? I am still sort of giggling about this this morning.
I am a horrible, horrible person, yes. But come on! It’s funny!