By Smaktakula
Whitney Wasn't Always A Reality Star. Once Upon A Time Being Famous Required Having Talent.
Whitney Houston is dead at 48 a representative of the beloved singer announced today. Although cause of death has yet to be determined, even an encephalitic gibbon knows that drugs were the most likely culprit.
After a series of chart-busting hits the 1980s and the early 1990s, Houston’s reputation and career began a rapid simultaneous decline in the late 1990s, as the multiple-platinum artist devolved into a ranting, crack-addled bag lady. The enduring tragedy of Houston’s story is that her beauty, voice and innocence–the three transcendent qualities which made the performer unique–had been squandered long before she died.
Kids, Don't Do Drugs. But If You Absolutely Must Do Drugs, For Heaven's Sake, Do Them Correctly.
As with all stories of addiction and degradation, Houston’s fall did not occur overnight. She came to her abject and fatal road by a variety of paths, each winding tortuously through thickets of shame and poor choices and into the pungent morass of despair. Those various and meandering trails, however, if diligently followed, all terminate at a single source.
Nice One, Asshat.
First post on this that told it like it is. Great.
It’s sad. At one time she had a beautiful voice, but now she’ll be remembered as just one more celebrity stoner death. If being a celebrity is so fantastic, why do so many of them end up killing themselves?
A further indignity is that death seems to transform everyone into a ‘major talent.’ While Houston may deserve this treatment, the inevitable gushing of Lindsay Lohan will be inappropriate.
Great “tell it like it is” post. It’s too bad Houston couldn’t have seen herself this way.