Sitting in a chair at the foot of my sister’s bed. Holding my ear while my niece flat ironed my hair. Then my sister’s phone rang. She yells out “Whitney Houston Died?"
The crazy thing is that I blogged and tweeted about listening to her music last weekend. She's been all over the internet the past couple of weeks and now this. I refer to Whitney as Ms.Brown. Only because I'm a Mrs. Brown and I think I get her. Whereas a lot of people judge her. My twitter time line blew up with "this was a long time coming" and "We watched her spiral out of control for years" comments within that first hour. Whitney did what most women do. Fell in love with a man and contoured her life style to fit his. See that hoodness was always there. It was the glitz, glam and entourage that kept it in check. But that nigga tho? If he was ok with the real Whitney, then it was ok. I say this all the time you can't be in a relationship and not be into the same things. Keep in mind that whatever those “things” were, they were also magnified by them being famous. Being famous didn’t eliminate that hood girl from Jersey. It put pressure on her to be something that she wasn't and no longer desired to be. I get it. Look at Michael Jackson or Eminem. Em is gonna be plagued with the same fame monster forever.
People are thrust into the lime light but are they really ready to deal with all that comes along with it. The most famous people on earth are some of the most tormented souls. I feel like with the internet and magazines and paparazzi that the price of fame today is extremely high. So high that I don't think I myself would be willing to pay. You have to be a certain kind of person to not get caught up in the industry. You know there is no kind of hand book to prepare you for it. Or to deal with hundreds of people camped outside your home. Or not being able to run to store without body guards. Not to mention factoring in kids and spouses. Paparazzi will take it too far sometimes. I’ll tell you right now, if my husband was famous, I would be poppin off all the time. I think that people like Harvey Levin pander people’s lives for profit. No better than a common pimp. Their life is not entertainment. What they do is entertainment. Big difference. But if it was no lane for TMZ, it wouldn’t even be on the highway. I’m not trying to knock nobody hustle. I blame us. The folks that read star and people magazines. Or go on line to Media Takeout, Bossip, and TMZ. Party Man James said I should go on Jeopardy because of how I win Hood trivia and know facts about my city. That’s because I fucking read more than which baby mamas is beefing now.
My thoughts and prayers go out to Ms Houston’s Family. I am Team Cali Radio, but just today I’m gonna dedicate a couple of hours to the greatness the once was.
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