FundamentallySound Blog

On February 8th a cult, iconic figure left this earth. True to her “lower middle-class” upbringing, her tumultuous employment history, her fizzling media career, her committed body sculpting crusade, her laudable motherhood labor and all that, Miss Anna Nicole Smith passed away (after passing out) on some funky “prescription” drug cocktail.

A “post-modern” Divine for the hetero/super-size-me crowd, the late dancer/model/actress/star tried to (very literally) make the most of her massive humanity in this media craved “culture”. After an “auspicious” start (she replaced Claudia Schiffer in an ad campaign and was –somehow- touted the next Monroe) Miss Smith went on to determinedly (and probably unwillingly and unknowingly) pave the way for the Britneys and the Paris-es, all the while becoming the middle-aged, beer-guzzling man’s wet dream goddess.

She managed to have her own show –as if- but mainly she was just/basically a “character” for comedians and talk shows. Her best performances were certainly her appearances at awards ceremonies and she was always ready and eager for the paparazzi lenses, probably her own berserk version of the De Mille close-up.

Like the great publisher from the bunny house we sadly regret Anna’s journey into the unknown –where she certainly belongs- and we will start crossing the days in our Hello Kitty calendar until Jenny McCarthy is hired (along with Renee Zellweger’s diet coach) to portray her in the Lifetime movie version of her life, an ode to excess.
As a true hommage to the late stellar figure of American pop-culture, I will go on an eating binge at least once a week.

---Jano---