Farrah Fawcett

New approach.

The real chore, and arguably the real value, of this blog is all the juicy pointers to things you might not know about the recently deceased celebrity. So, here's my new deal. I'll crank out my thoughts and impressions first and then circle back to the hyperlinks later.

I do worry that I only get one chance to entertain and enlighten you, the audience and you really won't go back, but, hey, on days when I am busy, I still get credit for flagging the death, which I do think is important if I am going to be a credible news source.

So, Farrah Fawcett died of anal cancer, which is most certainly different than colon cancer. I have not confirmed sources, but I think she lived a little longer than most had expected and a couple days too long to fill that massive void that Mr. McMahon stepped into. But such is death.

See, this is one where I have a very specific POV. Farrah actually was instrumental in a number of self-realizations from my early childhood. The first of which was that I prefer brunettes to blondes. Farrah was my least favorite angel. I went back and forth between Jaclyn and Kate, but I think I liked Kate the best which led me to self-realization #2. I am a huge fan of the underdog. Like Michael Jordan and Roger Staubach, Farrah Fawcett was someone who I could actually "root against." I enjoyed telling all the lemming boys I went to school with that Kate was my favorite, which is part of self-realization #3, I am the ultimate contrarian.

While we are on the topic of realizations, Farrah Fawcett was instrumental in my understanding of the fact that celebrities had to make hard choices with regard to assuming new married names. For me, Farrah Fawcett Majors never quite sounded right and I could never get my head around it. Same thing with Chris Evert-Lloyd. It also sort of made you even more jealous of the lucky guy who was responsible for the name hijacking. In the case of Ms. Fawcett, it was Lee Majors, known to all as Steve Austin, a man barely alive.

So, that's reaching way back, and that is what I think about when I think about Farrah Fawcett. That and the poster above. I didn't have it, but I sure did have a lot of friends who did. That poster is iconic, no question.

OK, links to follow, but I have spoken from the heart, and that is the better part of the story.

Love,

Charlie