Anna & the Continuum of Untimely Death

First of all: Here’s a great, big sincere thank you to everyone for contributing comments on Friday.

I was taken aback at the response to what I considered a rather benign and mostly accurate statement.

At the time I wrote it I actually thought, “Who doesn’t think Anna Nicole Smith is a money-grabbing bimbo?”

I stand corrected. Thanks.
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“Maybe they loved each other,” said my Mom on Friday during a somewhat heated discussion about Anna’s untimely demise.

“MOM!” I yell, nearly driving off the Eisenhower expressway. “She met him WORKING in a STRIP CLUB. She was 26 years old and he was in his eighties.”

“Well maybe she really loved him,” Mom insisted. “That’s no reason to call her a money-grabbing bimbo.”

“Fuck bunny. How about fuck bunny? Is that better?”

Maybe if she’d met her 89-year-old billionaire husband while wiping his ass volunteering in a nursing home, I’d have cut her a little more slack.
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Introducing HedyBlog's Continuum of Untimely Death (CUD).

Ta-da!

Did you die trying to make the world a better place?

Did you die because of a tragic accident?

Did you die doing something stupid?

Did you kill yourself?

Did you die because you made the world a worse place?

On HedyBlog’s Continuum of Untimely Death, Anna Nicole Smith ranks somewhere between Darth Vader and Marilyn Monroe.

It’s a shame she died so young. But tragic? I don’t know.
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I didn’t mean to say that Anna Nicole Smith deserved to die because she was a money-grabbing bimbo.

I meant that given the regrettable karmic choices she made, she was fortunate to have lived as long as she did.

She’s dead. And maybe I took a cheap shot by disrespecting her life.

Would it have been nearly as offensive if I'd called her a money-grabbing bimbo while she was alive? Why does that matter?

What are we calling the three (count ‘em!) men claiming to be the father of her baby? Scum?

So it’s not alright for me to call Anna out on her bad behavior, but it’s okay to say the various men she slept with were scum?

Why does death instantly lend an air of respectability to people who otherwise don't deserve it?
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Here’s the deal. I was the Queen of Bad Decisions up until more recently than I’d care to admit.

So keep your ‘let she who is without sin’ and ‘judge not lest ye be’ in your pants for just a minute.

In spite of some truly bimbotic moments, I like to think that I’ve learned from my mistakes and that by trying to make good decisions (and maybe a smallish difference in the world), I can somehow make up for them.

I don’t think that it’s wrong for me to expect the same from my fellow human beings. Especially those who are in a position to make an even bigger difference than us average folks.

We’re all in this together.

And if you’re not trying to make the world a better place by learning and growing and maybe even helping those who can’t help themselves – if you’re, say, a selfish, money-grabbing bimbo – then I’m sorry, but I’m not mourning the loss if you go.
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Your Mom called you a bimbo, Hedy. Doesn’t that suck just a little?

Hell, no. If it’s not true, why should I be offended? On the other hand, if it is true and I am self aware enough to acknowledge it, again, why should I be offended?

And if you remember, Mom also called me a flag-burning slut.

I haven’t burned the flag. Yet.
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But what about Anna’s baby daughter? Isn’t it sad that she’ll never know her mom?

Yes. It is very sad for that little girl who will only be able to imagine what having a mother is like.

Hopefully the mom that she imagines will be more like mine and not like hers.
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I am listening to: Thunderclap Newman – Something in the Air
I am reading: An article about Barack Obama on Salon.com
And I am: Ready for a new topic