This morning, Farrah Fawcett died after a long battle with cancer. She was 62.  Tongues wagged about it for a short time.

Only a few hours later, Michael Jackson died suddenly of a heart attack. He was only 50. Suddenly, the media jumps all over it and Farrah is not even mentioned anymore. It’s like Michael’s death so overshadowed Farrah’s that she might as well have never existed.

Yes, Michael sold more albums than most other artists, while Farrah was an actress of average standing. But that does not justify the media’s treatment of the situation. It seems sad to me that one should be seen as far more precious than the other. What if Farrah had been your mother, sister, wife, or daughter? Wouldn’t you feel cheated and insulted?

Besides, Farrah was never accused of child molestation. Give her some credit! She led a normal life, a striking contrast to Michael. Who would you rather have visting your home? For me, the answer would be obvious. Michael gave me the creeps for all sorts of reasons. Farrah never did.

I guess that reflects the depraved nature of our society.