Farrah Fawcett’s Entertaining Death
BEEP! WE interrupt this publication to bring you news from CCN (Celebrity Cancer News). Farrah Fawcett has cancer, and stars in Farrah’s Story, the story of a woman’s battle with cancer.
The Daily Mail has pictures:
Farrah Fawcett pictured in her hospital bed: Heart-rending documentary shows early stages of Angel’s cancer battle.
Anyone seeking to escape news of death and destruction across the world, of war and recession, can study pictures of a dying celebrity. Celebrity used to offer escape; now everything has a celebrity endorsement, from swine flu to cancer.
But the media looks to its audience for a guide to where it should go. And the readers fill the comments sections with message as if they are communicating with the dying celebrity directly. And it matters not what the article says, so long as there is space to join the latest death club and emote in public.
The dying celebrity is no longer an addendum to the evening news, but a news story to be narrated and sentimentalised.
Yes, grieving can be healthy. It is. And only an nutcase would not feel sympathy with the ill. But the language smacks of mawishness and a mourning becomes sickly. We have mourning sickness.
The images show her journey over the last 18 months of a battle against what has become terminal cancer. She was happy to film the moving footage of her lying in her hospital bed and dressed in a hospital gown as she undergoes treatment.
Indeed, her journey. Celebrities are for ever taking journeys. Whereas the country’s few remaining non-celebs live their lives or get on with it - or just die - the famous undertake a journey in the manner of an Odysseus, albeit with hair extensions, a bottle tans and a duet with the Sirens.
Says the Mail:
Her condition has now deteriorated so badly that she is bed-ridden and has lost all her hair.
Show me the pictures. And gather the family:
Troubled son Redmond has been on remand in a California prison since early April awaiting trial for possession of narcotics. Two weeks ago, Redmond was given permission to leave jail for three hours to visit his ailing mother - but didn’t tell her of his imprisonment.
Says the father and the husband, Ryan O’Neal:
“I don’t think his mother is going to be there for him when he gets out. Her doctor wrote to the judge and said, ‘If he doesn’t get a chance to see her now he may not get a chance to see her”. And the judge was kind and allowed him a three-hour visit.”
We’re not learning anything. This is no last taboo being exposed. We are watching. Watching. Watching.
Ther TV tribute to the dead star is not a clip of their finest moment, but footage of their death.
We are being entertained by death – which has no place among the living….
Posted: 15th, May 2009 | In: Celebrities, Key Posts Comments (9) | Follow the Comments on our RSS feed: RSS 2.0 | TrackBack | Permalink
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June 5th, 2009 at 6:53 pm
First of all, the woman could not fend off the media insects who would not give her
any privacy after that UCLA Medical Center employee leaked the news of her cancer to a tabloid—-for money. So Fawcett decided to take control of the situation and share EVERYTHING with the junior reporters like the one who wrote THIS gem of an article. The writer of this article, like so many others, is too young to have “been there” when Fawcett’s bathing-suit poster began to sell by the millions—-circa 1976. Today’s tabloid writers know only that she costarred in a TV action-adventure series, and that she made a couple of movies on the subject of domestic violence. What they cannot know was that she was in the most literal sense, the Marilyn Monroe of the last quarter of the twentieth century. If this sounds like exagerated, over-dramatic nostalgic dribbling, try to find a pin-up model from the years 1975-2000 whose image ended up on the bedroom door of approximately 12 million young American males. During the 1990s, “Beyonce`” may have sold that many posters when pictured in the vocal group “Destiny’s Child”, but those posters were being displayed by newly pubescent teens who were more into the image of the three singers as a new pop sensation. Fawcett, on the other hand, had captured the heart of every young guy who saw that picture of the red bathing suit——-and the poster sales accumulated when the population of this country was still close to two million. Beginning in 1976, I used to see groups of young girls in discos, ( in New York suburbs) studying a rolled-flat copy of the “red-suit” poster, and murmuring to each other “So this is what they (the guys) want?” Damned Right. Back then, my best friend was a suave “ladies’ man” who dated fifteen different girls every year and had little need to fantasize about anything. Even HE thought Farrah was something special.
June 3rd, 2009 at 2:53 pm
I am so glad Farrah came forward with her story. I also lost my mother to cancer and it is so hard to watch a loved one be taken away from cancer. Thes US doctors and the FDA are stupid. I remember there was a chemist of 50 years giving away a cure for free and people were saying they were cured and the FDA stopped him. My mother would have tried anything. I think the US is crooked they would lose too much money they get in research. Someone needs to do something with this FDA its a joke and the cost of medications why so expensive. GOD bless you Farrah just hope you dont suffer too long.
May 22nd, 2009 at 5:39 am
to the person who wrote this story,,,,,,shut up…She shared her pain and journey to help other people, it wasn’t for amusement but education…so shut up May God take you farrah before you suffer to greatly.
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May 19th, 2009 at 8:30 pm
I lost my sister three years ago to this insidious form of rectal cancer. Her deepest wish was to inform and educate others to it’s nature and involvement with HPV but alas she had no possible platform. Farrah has chosen to share so that others might learn. Nothing pretty or spectacular and the plot line really sucks, but it is a fact of life that many just choose to ignore until it becomes part of their own life. Cancer touches so many, and for those who take on the brave fight, there is nothing but hours and days fending off the cruelty it possesses.
My heart goes out to the family and caregivers because I know “Exactly” what they are going through. I was there with my sister, every step of the way until as I gazed in her eyes, her last breath escaped from her tortured and frail body. For me Farrah’s story had no entertainment value but what it did do is more valuable then any hour wasted watching a gimmicked reality show or sitcom could ever possess. It helped me find peace, closier and renewed compassion.
Farrah in her own special way, has stripped away the veneer and offered a reason to call the televison something other than an “Idiot box”.
May 19th, 2009 at 6:16 pm
We have become so insolated from the reality of death. I am more compassionate, aware and prepared as a result of Farrah sharing her experience with cancer. In addition, I hope cancer research and treatment questions and concerns move to the forefront as a result.
May 15th, 2009 at 7:45 pm
So sad….. all I can say really.
May 14th, 2009 at 11:21 am
Farrah and Jade could not be further apart, IMO….
May 13th, 2009 at 11:37 pm
Seems they need a jailbird as well….but at least we haven’t had every last gasp and demands for compassionate angst from every media outlet.
I hope this one allows herself a dignified and peaceful end
May 13th, 2009 at 9:11 pm
The last bint that underwent the terminal cancer mincer had zero talent and was revered by the Bermondsey public owing to a media injection from Cax Mifford.
Farrah on the other hand actually has had a career in something other than signing her soul to the devil (I apologise to Lucifer for suggesting he might have considered it).
I know which one I would rather watch.