Jun 29 2009
in which I think about Michael Jackson.
I had originally planned to NOT discuss Michael Jackson here, as this is not, after all, an entertainment blog. Or one where I share my memories of childhood. Or even one where I really discuss social issues, although those creep in from time to time, because I am, after all a social worker.
Which is not to imply that there isn’t much to be said. Example: I had no idea that MTV only played videos by white artists until “Billie Jean” hit the airwaves. (seriously? insane.)
It’s one of the ways we can divide ourselves by age without getting into real numbers: do you remember when you could just LOVE Michael Jackson… before he went nuts? (and, frankly, before his music started to slide too?)
Here’s what I want to talk about: his mother is filing for custody of his children. (allegedly)
Here’s what freaks me out: clearly, this woman was incapable of protecting Michael from whatever made him the way he was. (whether that’s beatings on the part of his father, His children have already lived remarkably strange lives. Is she really the best option for them?
Is the woman he was married to, who signed away custody, a better choice?
Was he at all capable of making informed decisions for his children?
Really, the mind boggles.







