Whitney Houston died over the weekend at age 48. If you don't know that and are somehow reading this, you need to check your priorities. I mean, I'm flattered and all that you think you're going to stay updated on current events from my blog, but seriously. Look at your Twitter, or Facebook, or just Google "current events" or something.
The thing about Whitney's death that made me laugh (yes, I laughed) was that everyone was talking about how interesting it was that Twitter broke the story 27 minutes before any AP news channel did. Really? That's what's so interesting about the death of an icon?
Honestly, I'm not crushed by her death. I'm not shocked either. Look at the picture attached to this post and you'll understand exactly why. When's the last time that she's done ANYTHING relevant other than make the tabloids happier than Newt Gingrich if we landed on the moon? Her memory will always be tarnished by her drug abuse and her final days. Thankfully, for people like me, we can remember her as she was. Just listen to her music. There's absolutely no doubt that she was a force to be reckoned with. If you don't know any of her songs, you've been living under a rock for far too long. EVERYONE knows Whitney. Her vocal power and appeal were second to none back when she was on top.
So, we can all remember Whitney as she was. The powerhouse vocalist of old. Or, we can remember her as a cracked out has been. I dunno. They're both interesting to write about at least.
