Categories: Celebrity

HEEEERE’S LEON! I’m back guys. You may be angry at me for not posting last week as I promised, but I tried to post on Saturday, but Blogger was acting wonky. And yesterday, that was just plain laziness. It’s hard to get back into the routine of blogging after you now find yourself with so much free time on your hands. Anyway, back to the show. You all probably know about Anna Nicole Smith’s death right? And how couldn’t you? It has been on virtually every channel for the past couple days. Was she really that important? I don’t think if Dubya died, he’d get half as much love. In fact, I wonder if anyone besides his immediate family would miss his paasing.

I am saddened by her death. Sure, I hated that annoying little whining sound that she made. You know, that sound. And I didn’t like that she was yet another in a long ling of brainless beauties that Hollywood has produced. But she was a sight. I wouldn’t mind having spent a night with her. Anna Nicole’s rise to stardom was somewhat of a Cinderella story. Y’kno, if Cinderella was a stripper and the Prince was a fossilized oil baron. Then again the in-thing is to throw fairy tales in a blender.

And what’s with this junk linking her with Marilyn Monroe? Sure there are certain co-incidences, such as the fact that they both posed nude, married older men, had a powerfully seductive allure, and died from drug overdoses at around the same age. But Marilyn was a real actress, who starred in Academy Award winning films. Plus she had class. There is NO comparison! I guess her death is appropriate, as she always wanted to be like Marilyn. You’d think they’d let her rest in peace, wouldn’t you. No. They defaced her Wikipedia entry within an hour of her death. My favourite: “The bitch bought the farm.” Not cool. R.I.P Anna. Now if only those networks would kill the coverage of your death.