REPTARHACEROAR

sharpless:

She died. I get that. And yes, it’s as sad as whenever anyone else in this world dies, particularly at such a young age. But why do so many people suddenly care?

I mean, Michael Jackson, I can understand. He was important and influential. Heath Ledger, I could understand. A lot of people, I could understand. But I tell you, I have seen neither hide nor hair of Ms. Murphy on my dashboard in months, at least. And judging from your posts, the only thing you care about that she’s done is Clueless. Yeah, it’s sad she died, but evidently she’s worth more to most of you in death than she was in life.

Now, I’m trying desperately to be much less critical on Tumblr than I have been, and than I would often like to be, these days. But this bothers me. Thousands of people drop dead everyday at too young an age, and hardly anyone bats an eye. One c-level celebrity who hasn’t even looked remotely healthy in years (no doubt due to Hollywood’s ol’ one-two punch of drugs and surgery) drops dead and suddenly half of you are on the verge of tears? Suddenly, she’s an angel? It creeps me out when we romanticize the dead.

The “Age of Celebrity” isn’t just desensitizing us to certain things, I think it’s also over-sensitizing us to certain other things. (Vague? Yes, I am, thanks.) Again, not trying to dictate what you say and think, but my goodness, it really seems like something’s askew on here.

Not that that’s anything new on Tumblr, but I digress.

Thanks god someone who thinks like me. Good words.