I was born in 1979. I am a very youthful–especially in my attitude, but including in my looks–30 youngs old. (Just turned so on June 7 of this year)
I am just old enough to vaguely remember the Pepsi commercial that had Michael dancing and singing in it. Unlike many of you, I did not, however, grow up with pop culture or music as my main cultural reference. My sire (earthly dad) is a Hungarian immigrant whose own dad was born in 1898–as I’ve mentioned in other posts, old enough in his case to have survived World War II as a little boy in a camp for political refugees (not a concentration camp but it was the pits just the same) and his dad ran away when he was about 15 to fight in World War I.. And I fed myself plenty of British television through public broadcasting, and vast heaps of Victorian period literature from Lucy Maude Montgomery (Late Victorian Canadian author for those who don’t know) through Charles Dickens with a bit of abridged Arthur legends thrown in. I did not have any modern’s version of a typical upbringing whatever.
That said, I was in touch enough with the modern world through television that I was very aware of Michael Jackson, and although I was not well until well into the middle of my eighth year anything but scornful with mine haughty little elfin ears of anything rock and roll, (being trained, as I was at the time, to be a good little snot-nosed eltitist intellectual like my sire–grins), Michael’s tunes were often both lively enough and catchy enough that they rubbed off on me just the same.
Now, to the more sober part:
While in my (only chronologically) younger years I never outright rejected Michael simply due to his looks nor gave a d*mn how many cosmetic surgeries he had had, nevertheless, after the sex scandals, I began, like many, to take a more cautious view of what had seemed, in the few speeches I’d seen of his on TV, a really nice person. I wanted to believe in that energy I’d gotten from the speeches but after that pedophilia scandal I wasn’t sure anymore, and until I read the Chopras’ testimonies about him–especially Gotham’s–I still wasn’t completely sure and was just cynical enough about it a few days ago that I had told my housemate that while he may have been innocent, still anyone as wealthy as he was could have doubtless easily *bought* his acquittal if he had so chosen.
I was relieved and touched to read the personal experiences of the Chopras on this site. Guess my energy detectors were better than I realized when I was a kid.
Love,
Brigit
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