*not gonna lie, I just spent about 30 minutes trying to find an appropriate pic for this post… I decided to start the post and we’ll figure that part out later..*
I was going to write about this last week, but decided to let the other blogs have at it. I’d attack it the week after, when everyone is looking for the next thing to talk about (bet you SOMEONE is gonna blog about that Rihanna and C. Brown song.. let’s put money on it)
$5? *holds out pinkie*…. bet.
OH, and before we start….. ↓↓↓
I was at my gay husband’s house when I heard that Whitney Houston had passed. He was moved to put on her greatest hits and dance the rest of the night. I told him I was in shock and would probably react when I got home. I didn’t want to have to explain myself.
I felt “nothing.”
Yes, I grew up with Whitney. She sings some good songs. I don’t deny her talent. Yes, I kinda knew what was going on with her but I didn’t watch that Diane Sawyer interview, didn’t see Bodyguard, and didn’t know that she was working on a movie. Headline making news was usually mentioned to me in an incredulous tone. Something like, “can you beLIEVE Whitney is dating Ray-J?” To which I’d usually reply with some variation of
The only “I will always love you” song that I like is sung by Troop. I HATE the one that she sings. H.A.T.E.
(you can throw tomatoes later)
Whitney’s funeral was this past Saturday. Since I hadn’t felt anything about her passing, I had no interest in knowing when the funeral was.
I came on Twitter that afternoon and my timeline was exploding with their feelings about what was happening. That’s what Twitter is for so I wasn’t annoyed. However, people going on with their crying had me confused. The out pour was of such a magnitude that I started to examine myself. I was still feeling nothing and by this time I realized it wasn’t because I was in shock. I was almost nonchalant.
For someone that has been to too many funerals, I have no problem expressing grief. I sat back and realized that I kinda don’t feel anything whenever a celebrity passes. I don’t know them. Yeah, what they did might have brought some good memories (via their music, movies, etc) but just because I glanced their story on a magazine cover every now and then didn’t make us close. I don’t necessarily feel invested in their lives in any way.
Whitney passing was like Michael in my book. Not that I’m saying she was like Michael in scale of career or talent, but my reaction was the same. “Oh wow, that’s crazy.” “Such a shame” and other variations of the Jamaican’s saying “can you imagine!?” If anything got me it was that they passed alone. I don’t know know why I feel that everyone deserves to pass with loved ones close by but I do. I don’t feel anyone should leave this earth feeling alone. (You guys know what I mean)
For someone that has had two ex boyfriends die in car accidents, I can’t relate on the same level when someone I don’t know loses their life. We hear that she was talented. Some might say “what a waste.” My thought is, with few exceptions, I think any life that’s cut short early is a waste. If I don’t cry for the deaths I watch on the news (I don’t watch the news for this very reason) then why would I mourn a celebrity any differently?
I saw a tweet that said a celebrities death makes us question our mortality. I guess that could be a reason. I can’t speak for everyone, but every now and then I do feel invincible. I usually come back to reality very quickly. The logic in my mind says “did you never expect them to die?” I guess it’s the suddenness of it all. I’m really clutching at straws because I keep thinking there’s a logical reason that people are bawling over someone most of them have never met.
That last sentence made me cringe at how heartless it sounded but I can’t think of another way to say it (at 2:30 in the morning)
I don’t know. I WILL say that when I see people’s grief, I’m sometimes moved to tears. Maybe that would’ve happened if I’d watched a good portion of the funeral, but I didn’t. Other people crying makes me cry. “Sympathy tears” if you will. But, I’m wondering what part of the Matrix am I in if I seem to be the only one that says “wow, that’s a shame” and keeps it moving? I won’t discount others’ grief because we all feel things differently. Because I had a different reaction doesn’t make others’ wrong. That’s the beauty of it. But I’m wondering what about it moved people to tears. I’ll say some variation of “I can’t believe she’s gone” when I hear a song of hers, but other than that…….
I’ve got nothing…
Peace and Love, Nick
Did the Whitney Houston news bring you to tears? Why or why not? I’m really asking from a place of “wanting to know.” Cuz I’m over here *Kanye shrugging* My mother didn’t feel much of anything either, but she’s not a good gauge cuz she’s a robot.