And I thought I was an MJ fan! Well, I am, just not also a whore… Just before the much talked about Michael Jackson memorial earlier this week, Craigslist saw a slew of postings offering up or soliciting sexual favors in exchange for entry into the Pop icon’s farewell funeral service.
A 35-year-old man was willing to part with an extra ticket to “that special someone” (or especially slutty) who would be “willing to join me Monday night and be open to some adult fun” and that she should be”outgoing and busty”.
Yet another posting by a self-proclaimed “Playboy model” (small print explains that she once handed out Playboy key-chains at an auto show) stated her frustrated position over her inability to access affordable tickets to the memorial, so she would ‘try a different approach … hit me up and we can discuss it.‘ (More like hit her off…)
This posting is in honor of Michael Jackson’s memorial service today, which I couldn’t watch in its entirety because his dead body was on stage (even if it was in a casket). Reverend Al Sharpton used an appearance at The First A.M.E. Church in South LA on Sunday to call for a U.S. Postage stamp honoring Michael Jackson. The stamp would prove to be a great challenge since, according to the U. S. Postal Service, commemorative stamps cannot even be considered until 5 years after the subject’s death.
The only exception to this rule has been made for deceased presidents, honored with a stamp released on their birthdays following their dates of death. The proposed Jackson stamp would be an obvious boom in sales for the Postal Service; prices for MJ merch have skyrocketed since his tragic and untimely death.
So far the best selling stamp to date has been the Elivs stamp released in ‘93. The postal service reported that many Elvii were kept as memorabilia rather than used as postage. Personally, I would be one to collect all MJ stamps available and frame them stat. RIP Michael Jackson.
My Main Man (in the Mirror): MJ Tribute Post
I was born in 1977, just one year old when Michael Jackson starred in The Wiz with Diana Ross. He was one of, if not the first celebrity I was ever conscious of, and no one ever seemed so ‘larger than life’. I’d see clips of people at his concerts crying hysterically and fainting, the likes of which I’d only ever seen the Beatles bring about.
I grew up in the shadow of his stardom. My world stood still when the new Thriller video came out in 1982. I was highly concerned when MJ’s hair caught fire during the filming of a Pepsi commercial in 1984. My best friend and I would watch her Moonwalker video on Friday afternoons incessantly, debating over whether or not MJ was gay. Back then I could never have imagined a world that Michael Jackson didn’t rule.
Years later, having lost my star struck inclinations to post pubescent self absorption, I’d hear about MJ involved in various types of controversies: that he purchased the Elephant Man’s bones, that he owned a pet chimp named Bubbles who used his toilet and cleaned his bedroom, and of course that he was a seriously disturbed child molesting perv. In the mean time, MJ’s skin tone continued to fade. It only made sense that the more f*cked he became, the whiter he appeared.
I stopped listening to all of the media because I realized I just didn’t care. I was never interested in dating Michael Jackson, I just like his music and think he was a kick-ass dancer and amazing performer; that’s all I ever cared about. Aristotle said “No excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of madness”, and the Master of the Moonwalk is no different. Whatever he did in the privacy of his own home was none of my business, well unless it was with my own children… otherwise, cha mon.
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