I am sickened by my cultures morbid fascination with celebrity, fame and the famous. There are people who appear on TV and are hailed as ‘famous’ for having more myspace buddies than anyone else (Tia Tequila, by all accounts a nymphomaniac who found a site to post semi-pornographic pictures about herself and who fancies herself quite the musician), or for being young and beautiful and marrying an ugly old man who has untold millions (Anna Nicole Smith). But something I tend to forget is that these people are human beneath it all. It makes the tragedy of their moral, spiritual, and physical demise all the sadder.
The Chicago Tribune has published an editorial about Ms. Smith which emphasizes her humanity and the results of choices she made throughout her brief life. The story does not address the fact that she was seeking meaning apart from God, but we can add that ourselves:
It is easy to forget when looking at images of Anna Nicole Smith that, in addition to being a pumped up, grotesque character striving for a weird beauty unburdened by thought, she was a human being.