02
Feb

I’m not what you would call a “hot topic” kind of blogger. Whether that’s good or bad, I dunno. For the record, though… Is Tiger a raging douchebag? Of course. Will Brad and Angelina ever break up? I don’t care. Would Nigeria actually benefit from a military coup? With President Umaru Musa Yar’Adua ailing and another civil war brewing over oil in the south, it’s highly debatable.

But I digress.

I’m switching gears just a bit because I’d like to discuss Sunday night’s Grammys. I’ll admit, I watched. I was bedazzled by Lady Gaga’s otherworldly attire. I “ohhed” and “ahhed” at Pink’s amazing trapeze performance. I sat in bittersweet silence while Celine Dion and company sang Michael Jackson’s “Earth Song.” Yet when I realized that Jackson’s children were going to accept his lifetime achievement award, a wave of disgust came over me.

I get it. I understand that these shows want ratings, and who better to provide them than the children of the greatest entertainer of all time? However, I want to stress that Paris and Prince are in fact children. Children that until just seven months ago were shrouded in seclusion from the rest of the world.

Over the past twenty-four hours, I’ve heard numerous refrains of how mature and eloquent these two kids were upon receiving the award. I beg to differ. I watched it. I heard them. It was obvious that a speech had been prepared for Prince, and the poor guy only made it about halfway through before he began fumbling his words. Paris appeared reluctant to approach the microphone at all. Mind you, I’m not pointing out these things to slam Jackson’s kids. Rather, I wish everyone would call a spade a spade and speak the truth about what really happened. To me, the moment wasn’t as heartwarming as it was painfully awkward to watch these two young children trying their best to cope with the hand they had been dealt. To say otherwise is to sugarcoat the situation, which I felt was a blatant attempt to milk Jackson’s death one last time. The gesture of giving him the award was entirely appropriate; having his children accept it instead of perhaps his mother, sisters or brothers was shameful. In all honesty, if Jackson were still alive, would he have wanted his children paraded out like that? I guess no one can definitively answer that question, but for my money, I would say no. *

* I have no money, but still… It’s a safe bet.

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One Response to “Stick In My Craw”

Right ON Anna!!

Right on point, view and opinion…

…that is, in my own opinion, hehe.

Frankly my own view is show business is a bunch of sick puppies and that stunt proves it. Now, I’m a dad with 11 kids and my temperament is more like Jack Nicholson: you can say what you like about me, but you so much as flash a camera in my kids face, you’ll find my 15 passenger van up your….you get the picture.

These kids were milked. Period. For ratings, for cash, who knows–I don’t keep up on who cares for these little ones, so i don’t know the motivation. I just know it was 100% in bad taste and you’re right Anna….flippin own up to it and call it what is was.

Shameful.

Jaime Buckley

February 8th, 2010