All these (really old, hard lived) famous people are dying and social media is shocked! SHOCKED!
But what if they died before we had a chance to learn heinous things about them? How do we know them, really? We don't. We know their art, sure, but we don't know the human being that they were. How do we know Glenn Frey didn't run a secret puppy mill for all of his best recipes? How do we know Lemmy didn't secretly knit Justin Bieber sweaters? How do we know David Bowie wasn't born with it, maybe it was Maybelline?
We can't know. We can only know what they shared with us, or what they got caught doing.
When Bill Cosby dies I wonder how many comedian friends of mine are going to credit Bill as an influence. How many of us will have the conviction to say, yeah he was a rapist and, in hindsight, Bill Cosby: Himself seems like a sick joke on us (pun never, ever intended) but, that Dad Is Great bit is still one I sing to my own kids whenever I serve them
Hell, I don't have kids and I still do that bit whenever I serve myself cake. Until I remember he's a rapist. Then I am sad and I put the cake down.
And I have Oreos instead.
I miss California