Showing posts with label Addiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Addiction. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Crying All the Way to the Bank

Banking on sadness is really par for the course but that doesn't make thne media coverage of Whitney Houston's death any more palatable.
Media plunged into split-personality mode as it tried to praise Houston's legacy while covering her lurid end
At 48 years old, Houston’s died relatively young, but her battle with addiction played out so publicly that the final act was seemingly inevitable. Indeed, it was eerily reminiscent of the slow-motion declines of stars such as Michael Jackson and Amy Winehouse.
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UGH.  I didn't know what to talk about today.  I WAS going to tell you about my doctor's appointment in detail but this made my blood boil. I actually find the pretense offered by articles like the above referenced more annoying than those dealing respectfully with Ms. Houston's sad passing.

Prentending to be respectful and nice; mimicking civilized concern while at the same time veiling the "lurid truth" is like a frenemy showing you with concern in the girls room at school. 

Are you fooled? I don't think so.
And, they don't think you are either. All that matters is that they put on the show if covering the "lurid nature" of an event with a mask of presenting the information in  a journalistic way. 

Enough. Frankly, it's none of my business how and why Ms. Houston died. I may be curious; I may listen when they tell me, but I don't have a right to know.

Anyway.  Good news on this Valentine's Day.  I don't have any suspicious skin cancery things. YAY! It's a relief.  Once you have a bad skin cancer ever itch and bump becomes a suspect. 

So, I am having a happier day that I thought I would. I hope you do too!


Amy Winehouse at Bowery Ballroom 18
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Sunday, February 12, 2012

Learning to Love Yourself
A Lamentation of Addiction

The Preacher's Wife
The Preacher's Wife (Image via RottenTomatoes.com)

I am not vain enough that I believe I have anything original to say on Whitney Houston's death. I did love her music though and have my memories.  I have her first CD and that's something since I am not hugely musical. Years ago she was in Maine filming the Preacher's Wife (1996) with Denzell Washington and director Penny Marshall and it was one of those winters when it never got cold enough for the pond in Portland's Deering Oaks Park to freeze. They had to film the big skating theme in ankle deep slush.

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The Bishop's Wife
The Bishop's Wife (Image via RottenTomatoes.com)











I don't recall how long they were here but I never heard anything bad about the movie crew or cast, or we didn't hear it.  No big scandals broke out.  The film, based on The Bishop's Wife (Cary Grant, Loretta Young, David Niven 1947) was lackluster and possibly one of the lower points in her career before  her downward spiral into addiction.

Hardly matters now though.  Ms. Houston leaves behind a child who would be better off not hearing the jeers and jibes renered online and on TV. Addiction is a disease process and addicts don't deserve what they get no more than a diabetic does. People with all kinds of illness ignore their doctors' advice.  Remember that we all screw up sometimes and make mistakes in judgment that can hurt us. We've never had to walk in her shoes.

Her talent was awesome, her addiction sad and our loss of her talent is nothing short of tragic. 

Whitney Houston
Whitney Houston (Image via RottenTomatoes.com)
I titled this as I did because many addicts seem not to love themselves or their lives and a temporary buzz can assist in the escape. Whatever the process of the disease is, some people escape it and others don't seem to.  You could look at it the way some people who have heart problems fail to achieve the weight loss their doctors prescribe.  No one would say that person deserved to suffer because they didn't lose weight.  We can't know if that was the case here, or how Ms. Houston felt or thought,  but I wish she had had the ability to loved herself a little more and been able to escape the chains of addiction.