Friday, April 04, 2008

It's All Going Too Far Today

Months before UCLA Medical Center caught staffers snooping in the medical records of pop star Britney Spears, '70s TV icon Farrah Fawcett learned that a hospital employee had surreptitiously gone through records of her cancer treatments there, documents and interviews show.

This celebrity news scooping is just too much at times. Sure, an argument can be made that they've asked for it, they got it coming, and many times even welcome it.
But some aspects of a celebrity's life, even more so for a washed up non A-lister, are sacred, and the celeb snooper in this case has crossed that line.

Thanks to the snooper, and a gossip rag, Farrah's son learned of his mother's cancer situation before she even had time to find an appropriate moment to tell him herself.
It's wrong. Just fucking wrong.

Since I am on the topic of Farrah:
I almost long for the days when the most sought after celebrity babes weren't baring their tits on a daily basis, or flashing their labia for paparazzi. It's cheap. You gotta leave something for the imagination after all, don't you think? Haven't these girls got mothers to teach them the powers of suggestion and subtly? Or overly-protective Dads who would be scandalized and shamed?

The number one selling pin-up poster of all time was brought to us by Farrah Fawcett. Back in her day this image was everywhere. The very meaning of 'ubiquitous'.
Farrah, in a one-piece bathing suit, showing nearly nothing. Tame by today's standards.
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She got big the old fashioned way: without acting like a two-bit skank whore.


Mick said...

oddly enough I never found her attractive. I do agree with you on the rest of your rant

Gino said...

i was never that attracted to her either, but she seems to be the trademark look of the late 70s.

Mark Heuring said...

I think you got to the heart of it when you talked about not showing much, Gino. She left more to the imagination and imagination is where the magic tends to be.

Jade said...

There is little that bugs me more than the invasion of privacy... I agree with you completely on this.

Tracy said...

She turned me on when I was in 4th grade..."on" however simply meant she could get me to giggle like a weirdo.