It was horrible; within minutes of her terrible demise Anna Nicole Smith made universal headlines. Before the poor woman was cold there was a feeding frenzy for the global media barons. Even as the proverbial ink dried on ” the page” celebrity voyeurs stepped up to paw over her tragic life. This was quickly followed by nodding commentators dribbling and deliberating. The blogosphere was deafening, I logged 93,261 bloggers offering their point of view in the first six hours. It was then left to the wags to play with Photoshop exchanging the viral executions around the net and the speed of light. Perhaps this quick death signifies the compelling vicious celebrity cycle that churns and turns feasting on popular culture
Anna Nicole was an opportunist who was ultimately undone in her quest for fame. Unable to function in the normal world she had an empty life. In a court, surrounded by the detritus of society, many carpet baggers were quick to turn a trick on her renown. Inevitably this 21st century tabloid icon was going to fall battling for constant identification by media.
Surely there was somebody in her life that could see this stark reality of the inevitability! In her last months she was drugged beyond any ability to function normally. Her obsession with Munroe perhaps required her to meet a similar end. I doubt that Anna will maintain the same iconic status, which Norma Jean sustains; it is far more likely that she will become an emblem of the perils of the plastic age of trashy celebrity nirvana.