Friday, November 09, 2007

Just a Little Rant About Donnie and Marie

So, the patriarch of the Osmond family died, I hear. Some news outlets--many those oriented toward entertainment--are treating his death as quite the tragedy. Sheesh, what bullshit. The guy was the better part of a century old. He had eighty grandchildren and great grandchildren. Where's the tragedy?

An old girlfriend lost her dad when she was six. That's a tragedy. My wife lost her dad a week before she graduated from college. That's a tragedy. My dad died several years before his only grandchild was born. That's a tragedy.

I suppose it's a bit like tilting at windmills to rant about how those who manage to stay visible in our popular culture seem to expect the rest of us to accept that their losses are more profound than those of we "everyday" people. They can kiss my ass. When Dale Earnhardt died in a racing accident, it made me sick to hear people whine and go on about it. Sure, it was a shame, and a real loss to his family, friends, and fans. I get it. But hey, Earnhardt accepted the risk he took, and he was compensated handsomely for it. He died a rich man. Days before he died, six National Guard troops died in a helicopter crash in Hawaii. Most folks who got all weepy about Earnhardt, it seems, didn't give a flying fornication about those young men and women, and a couple of them were taking on the risks inherent with serving their country while qualified for food stamps.

If you want to pour your heart out to someone facing a personal tragedy, I'd suggest just looking about your own community. Donnie and Marie have plenty of hangers-on to commiserate with.

As for Donnie and Marie, I'm sure they feel real pain over the passing of their father. Still, it makes me a little ill to see them do their crying act on TV, all the while with dry eyes. I wish they'd just go away for a while, and treat their father's passing with dignity. I think that would be the decent thing to do. Using their father's death as a lame springboard to revive long-flagging careers is just plain low-class.


Bob Barbanes said...

Well, all I've got to say're singing my song, soul-sista!

I consider myself a pretty hep, "with-it" kind of guy. Or at least I did. I used to be up on all that pop-culture crap. But it seems like America has become obsessed. Can we blame it on Fox? Or the "E" channel? I think it was Pauly Shore, the first "made for MTV" star whose celebrity status was its own reason for existence. It was Pauly, remember, who did the first "city boy on a farm" show, waaaaaaay before those Hilton/Ritchie girls. In fact, I think he even fleshed it out into a movie.

But who really cares? And why do we? Are our collective lives that empty? Not mine. I could give one of your "flying fornications" (heh) about all that junk. I do have a t.v. It's just not hooked up to anything anymore. Nor will it be. It's very liberating!

David said...

Rave On Brother!
I am not without empathy but geeze.