Yep, she’s dead, and as with Michael Jackson when he died, all of a sudden everyone’s remembering what a great artist and performer she was and so sad that her life was cut short. Excuse me while I gag.
Whitney Houston deserves neither praise nor respect. She literally had everything anyone could possibly dream of. Money, fame, not a care in the world, and she decided to spit in the face of everyone who dreams of having a life like that by polluting her body with drugs and throwing it all away. It’s like, wow, drugs are bad? Really? Wow, I had no idea! Anyone who puts drugs in their body after seeing how many lives and careers it’s destroyed for decades now, deserves no praise. They deserve to be called what they are – an idiot, and an ungrateful one at that.
Look at Ted Nugent. He managed to have a great career without drinking and without drugs. He’s lived a long, healthy life, had bad experiences, like his first wife divorcing him and eventually dying of a drug overdose, being bankrupted by his corrupt accountants, getting re-married and divorced again, finally finding his soul mate, being in multiple band situations, touring all over the world, putting out album after album…all without drugs or alcohol. He didn’t need them. Why? Because he has a strong, logical mind, and knows what drugs and alcohol abuse can do to you. He personally saw it with Hendrix and a variety of other performers throughout his career, and he had brains enough to know that drugs and alcohol don’t lead anywhere good, and are not the way to party, handle stress or anything else.
As for Whitney, she did this to herself. No one tied her to a chair, shoved a crack pipe in her mouth and made her smoke it. She made the conscious decision to stick that crap in her body all on her own. She was an adult and made the decision to do it to herself. The funny thing about all this is, she didn’t even die of an overdose like everyone thought she would. She took some prescription drugs and fell asleep in her hotel tub and drowned. A fitting end to a life that had literally petered out with a sputter and a whimper, and so similar to what happened to Michael that it’s actually a bit weird, because they were both in the process of making a big comeback, and both died after taking something to help them sleep.
I’d like to think that this will serve as an object lesson to other performers out there, and maybe it will to some. We can only hope. Unfortunately, as long as there are idiots with too much money and easy access to drugs, there will always be tragedies like this, because your average idiot is convinced it could never happen to them, and just as with Whitney, there’ll be no tears coming out of my eyes when they roll the dice and lose.
Sorry to be such a Debbie Downer about this, but I’m sick of seeing all the posts on Facebook from people who are so sad and full of kind words about her now that she’s gone, but who didn’t spare even one second of thought to her in the past several years. Now that she’s gone, suddenly they remembered she existed. It happened when Michael Jackson passed as well, and I’m sick of seeing it. She was nothing to be idolized or remembered fondly. She was yet another life lesson and a casualty of the entertainment business that should be seen as a wake up call to others, and nothing more. It’s fine to remember her early days, and to enjoy the music she made back when she was clean and healthy and singing her heart out. It just irritates me that no one thought about her much after her decline into drugs, and eventually, even as she lost her home and her health and mental well being faltered, no one would even mention her name other than to talk about what a shame it was. That’s like passing someone on the street who’s dying, shaking your head and muttering to yourself what a shame it is as you walk on by and head to your favorite restaurant for a nice meal. Think about it.(Current Mood: irritated)