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Thursday, June 25, 2009

Icon Memories

No, not those little 16x16 images I work with everyday on my computer...but the idols of my generation: Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson.

I loved Farrah Fawcett. I was sucked into the Farrah phenomenon in the late 70s and proclaimed myself a fan even until a few years ago.

I thought she was just the most beautiful person in the world. I wanted her hair but for the most part, I just wanted to admire her. I have no real good reasons other than being a young girl who fell in love with a beautiful woman.

What turned me off from Farrah was the fact that she mucked up her face with all of that plastic surgery. I have no idea what she did but it was so obvious that she no longer was the Farrah that I admired.

And although I knew she would soon pass after hearing about her cancer diagnosis, it still is unbelievable that *this* icon of my youth is gone.

And to overshadow Fawcett's passing would be the major icon of my generation, Michael Jackson.

CJ actually told me about it on the way to dinner. A friend of hers texted her the news and I couldn't believe it. It's a shock because it was so so unexpected.

But other than the shock of this, the other emotions are mixed. I'm in disbelief but he was amazing with Off the Wall and Thriller...and then several after those albums...but we all know this to be true: what the fuck was wrong with him? What happened? How did you go from normal to what he became?

I remember being in the Philippines, dancing in a pizza shop with my BFFS, to Don't Stop til You Get Enough. That song was the most amazing song ever. Rock with You brings melancholy to my soul: I'm back to being 10 years old, to the aura of that period.

And the same for Beat It.

That song really hit me when I was at the state fair in Miami, Florida. I was in the eighth grade and I got on the Himalayan ride -- you know, the roller coaster carts that go backwards really fast -- and Beat It played and it was one of the most fantastic rides I had ever experienced.

It's an incredible day, an incredible week. Ed McMahon, Farrah and Michael. All three are people that were part of my life at some point in my nearly 41 years of age.

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