Blah blah blah Anna Nicole Smith blah blah.
No, seriously. I think it is a tragedy. A baby just lost her big brother and her moth and she’s only a few months old, and that is horrible. What I find most interesting is the internet “coverage”. I haven’t yet seen a man comment that this is tragic or sad, or that he hopes Anna Nicole has found peace. Most men seem to be either on the “shrug, I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner” or “Hahaha!” sides. I haven’t yet seen a woman who isn’t saddened. A lot of women seemed to feel almost like AN was sort of a patron saint, beautiful and confused and doing her best in the world. I don’t know if I would go that far–there was always something hard about her face that bothered me–but certainly I think she was vilified unecessarily. I think she honestly loved J. Howard Marshall and I think she deserved the money he promised her.
But the sex split over this really fascinates me, although I don’t feel like analyzing it just now. You guys tell me what you think about it instead.
Speaking of fascination, I can no longer keep from telling you all to go read Lola London’s ‘L’Undone’. Start back at Chapter One. I am riveted.
The hubs is going out of town tomorrow so I will be all alone for the weekend. I expect you all to keep me company.
In my internet wanderings I stumbled on a story about a guy whose girlfriend was visiting him. She decided to go get a manicure. he warned her about dirty tools but she had her own for them to use anyway. I thought, wow. What a great “show don’t tell” example of character. The kind of woman who not only owns her own set of manicure tools, but who takes them everywhere with her in case she needs a manicure. Masterful.