Hey, remember that chick from the titty-riffic dimwitted smile swimsuit poster that used to be in every teenage boy’s room in the 70′s? You know the one…
The titties and hair that would rock a nation.
Farrah Fawcett has no doubt outlived her usefulness, and now she expects all of us to suffer with her.
It’s a horrible thing to have Cancer. I don’t wish it on anyone; and, though I don’t have any immediate experience with it, I am aware and sympathetic to the damage and heartbreak it can bring to any household.
(I’m actually attending a Breast Cancer Benefit tomorrow evening…but that’s beside the point)
Having a positive attitude and a sense of humor about the situation is important…and it tends to help the patient significantly. Farrah Fawcett, I feel, is not one of those people.
She’s neither a fighter, nor is she someone who deserves her own television special in any way, shape, or form. What has she done? Undoubtedly less than even Paris Hilton.
In one of her public statements, she said, “Three words I never thought I would hear are malignant, tumor, and anal.”
Farrah, you were a model and a teen cock-throb for about two decades. I refuse to believe that you never heard the word “anal.”
I was hesitant to comment on this ridiculous television special airing tonight because I might come off as being an unsympathetic cunt.
But, how many of you have known someone with cancer who suffered privately and just wanted you near them in their time of need?
How many of you suffered with medical bills because of someone with Cancer, or watched someone else suffer financially because of treatable or untreatable disease…they just wanted it to be over, for better or worse.
Now, think of Farrah Fawcett, moping in a gigantic bed about how there aren’t enough people around her who feel bad. The whole world needs to feel bad for her as well.
I’m not saying she doesn’t deserve compassion. I’m saying she doesn’t have the right to exploit her condition to make some quick bucks before she kicks it.
Where are the 2-hour television specials for the deceased celebrities who actually changed the world? She’s not even dead yet, for fuck’s sake.
I don’t mean to belittle the hypothetical passing of a cast member of Charlie’s fucking Angels, but come on, America…how long will you mourn an aging Playboy model?
How many hours mourning did Anna Nicole receive?
“Anna Ni-who? I’m sorry…Tila Tequila’s got a new reality show, and I’m so fucking interested!”
Keep in mind, boys and girls, that in regard to Farrah Fawcett’s suffering, I am not asking “Who cares?”…
…I’m merely pleading to Farrah Fawcett: Be strong and stay close to those who care. Don’t force your private suffering into everyone’s home; because, to tell you the truth, the rest of America is more concerned about Prison-Break ending.
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