Turning Off The Fawcett

Given that we are in a news period that can be called "All Michael Jackson, All the Time", we seem to have forgotten that Farah Fawcett passed away after a very difficult battle with cancer.

One of the graces that God has given me, and many other males my age, was Farah Fawcett. I know what you are thinking - I must be a sexist pig. I admit to having a t-shirt that prominently featured the famous pin-up poster of Farah Fawcett (8 million copies of the poster were sold). At the time the poster came out, I might have been around 12 years old. While many males older than me might have ogled the poster, especially the lower half of the poster, I just thought Farah Fawcett was "Ivory soap" beautiful. She was the all-American girl. I must have had some fairly well-balanced friends. We all had some version of the poster and none of us were oglers. We saw the image as a work of art - something to be viewed and appreciated for its beauty. She was like a flower in full bloom.

I suppose that I need to get use to losses like this - the deaths of many people, especially entertainers, that I remember from my youth. In a strange way, it is a blessing to have been given some type of connection to a person that causes a sense of loss decades after the original connection came about.