Michael Jackson was on “60 Minutes” being interviewed by Ed Bradley and the most shocking thing about it was Ed Bradley wears an earring! It is a tasteful and small gold hoop in his left ear, I believe, because they did seem to try to hide it, so you might think that he’s sporting an earpiece. Ed surprised me with his funk.
Michael Jackson was shocking only in the fact that he is always shocking. It is becoming boring how shocking he is. He wore a matte Crushed Raspberry Estee Lauder Long Wearing Moisturizing Lip Rouge, which he usually wears, ever perfectly applied with a brush, not a pencil mind you, because everyone knows that when you line your lips it ages you (see Kim Mathers – who is beautiful and I am not disrespecting her, she just is the most liplined public figure I can come up with), and Pale Ivory Buff Light Diffusing Concealer, also by Lauder, as foundation, coverup and powder all in one. He used a liquid eyeliner, which I couldn’t clearly identify, some type of eyebrow stencil, which Mac had discontinued many years ago, so I am imagining that he had stocked up on it when he was informed they were doing a close out. I wonder who his makeup artist is. I am sure he has his very own as he seems to be the kind of person (just like me) who is wary of letting just anyone mess with their face. I am very standoffish about being in the makeup chair. I know my face, I don’t need your help. Michael probably has the same feelings, but he must have someone else who does it the same always, because I haven’t seen a change in him for at least a decade. People always point out that his very visage is a moveable feast, but actually, since the first round of crazy child molestation allegations, he really hasn’t had anything done, as far as I can tell. Either it is so gradual I cannot tell, like I see him every day, so that small changes just kind of blend into the portrait of him. He seemed to have a more natural look in the British documentary done of him in February, where he is a dead ringer for Icelandic pixie queen Bjork (some of us do not have the luxury of the umlaut on the keyboard). I think I like that look better, but then again, “60 Minutes” is something to put on your sky blue diamond encrusted best for.
Jackson has been the public freak for so long, it is no odd fact that he is the owner of the Elephant Man’s skeleton, unless he had already sold it to defray court costs. Why does it still go on? Who are the people that want to cast him as the evil Bergermeister who runs the village of terminally ill children who will either go into remission or get felt up while they lie asleep helpless in his bed. He said that stairs lead up to his bed which makes me nervous because nobody should go up stairs to get into a bed. You could try to get a glass of water in the middle of the night and break your leg.
Is he worth this kind of media attention as phantom, bogeyman anymore – Jacko weirdo tabloid hero? What is the point of it now? I don’t know what is going on. There are weird celebrities (Phil Spector, Robert Blake) who are accused of murder who do not undergo this type of public scrutiny. If they were to be as completely dissected by the media scalpel, I am sure much more bizarre soundbites and makeup mania would exist. Why is it that his case is also very racially sensitive? No doubt, Michael Jackson is the undisputed King of Pop, and there is no one that can take the glory of the past – who he was as a child star and then his comet speed of light fame and welcome journey into adulthood – the songs, the beats, the eloquence, “The Wiz” – I am not being sarcastic. I love “The Wiz.” Nothing beats “The Wiz.” He took Brooke Shields to the Grammys, then Emmanuel Lewis, then Madonna. He was best friends with Elizabeth Taylor. Are they still speaking? I have not caught up with that particular relationship, which for both had seemed incredibly stable and life affirming. How does the public judge his racial identity? He seems to have tried to erase the race, so it would seem. Yet he really is still Black and there is a tremendous response in emotional support when it comes to the Black artists who come forward to speak of his influence on them. I always loved Michael Jackson. Then, all the weirdness too, as well as the music was what made him unique and beautiful. All in all, Michael Jackson may be the patron saint of celebrity insanity, but aren’t we the public, through constant fingerpointing and accusing and indicting him for years and years guilty of that too? Being the butt of jokes for so long could make anyone start to want to look like Enya. See, I am doing it too. We are in the huge high school of life and here we have bullied the odd kid in class, who we got jealous of because we all knew that inside him was something so beautiful and bright that we would never possess so we torture him instead. Is that the point of all this? It will be soon in the telling. The demise of Michael Jackson has been being publicized since the beginning of Michael Jackson and has reached a plateau in the last decade. The trial begins mid-January, and the effect on all those involved will be enormous. I feel for the children because allegations of molestation are enough to make it seem like it happened to you, so whether the truth, whatever it is, is upheld or not, the damage to their young lives is irreparable, which is not really anyone’s fault and everyone’s fault until we are aware of the outcome.
I am still watching though, and I cannot stop, because as the saying goes, it is like a car accident, but in the case of vehicular collision, more damage accrues because of the rubberneckers.