So MJ died. In a way it’s sad. Death is sad. Anyone passing away can be a sad event, at least for me. MJ was by no means my idol. I did grow up to his music. I can still remember where I was sitting when for the very first time I saw the video of “They don’t really care about us.” I remember I was obsessed with his jeans in that video (such a nice blue!).

But MJ was probably a child molester. No one can be completely sure of that but the evidence against him is heavy. For me, as well as for millions of others, MJ started to slowly die from the late 80s, as he turned to the freak show that he was. Everyone is to blame for what happens to them but perhaps we can put some of the blame on his fans, family, or American pop culture.

No one is a saint. We all have our dark spots. Some of us have it bigger, some of us have it more public. MJ was no exception. That, along with the fact that he made beautiful art, makes me sad that he passed away. But what makes me even sadder is people’s obsession over his death and the constant media coverage that this is getting, especially on cable. There’s a lot more important matters happening in the world that deserve our attention.

Andrew Sullivan spells out his thoughts on MJ, and I think he’s right on the money:
http://andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com/the_daily_dish/2009/06/thinking-about-michael.html

Michael was a great artist. He was disgustingly flawed, but he was only human. Most people feel sad that he’s gone, as did I.

But that’s it. Now let’s get down to other matters…