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I'm going to dedicate my blogs today to two icons of my generation, both of whom died last week.
First Farrah: Such a beautiful woman. If you look through my highschool yearbook, almost all the girls at least attempted to have a Farrah hairdo. We had to watch Charlie's angels - not because it was a good show, but because we had to see what they were wearing and study their hair. A little shallow, I know. Back then, we didn't have cable TV, so the shows that made it big had a huge viewership and much more control over social trends. After Farrah left the show, none of the other actresses could quite reach her level of fame. Farrah went on to do more serious acting which received rave reviews. May she rest in peace.
Michael: What talent! He's exactly my age (yep, I hit the big 5-0). Boy, that really makes you wake up and feel your own mortality. I recall walking home from elementary school (back in the days when parents didn't drive kids everywhere) and singing songs like ABC and Oh Baby Give Me One More Chance. Who would have ever predicted back then that his life would have unfolded the way it did. I feel for him because he was such a tortured soul. The older I get, the more I realize that although many people strive for fame and fortune, the happiest among us are just regular run-of-the-mill people who live ordinary lives. I hope his children find peace and can stay together. Rest in peace Michael.