As Jacko found, fame means trusting only cats and chimps
There were many strange tragedies to Michael Jackson's life, but an unexpected sadness is that, in death, this huge global celebrity makes me think, not of Thriller, not even of the Jackson 5, but of a 47-year-old Scottish woman who was allegedly last seen in a hotel in Liverpool crying for her cat, Pebbles. Jackson's death and Susan Boyle's all too obvious unhappiness both stem from the same source: fame.
I have never believed, and nothing in the past few weeks has altered my certainty, that one can be famous in today's world of mass media and 24-hour paparazzi and lead a happy, mentally healthy life.… Seguir leyendo »