I was taken aback today when I read about the death of Anna Nicole Smith. Lest you are looking for a joke about this, there isn't one. This is, to me, a sad tale.
Smith, sadly, was on a bad trail for most of her life. She was an exotic dancer, turned Playboy model, turned wife of a very old, very rich man. Upon his death the man's son challenged Smith for the estate and the man's son died in the battle. Anna Nicole recently gave birth to a little girl and then almost immediately lost her son to a drug overdose. Questions still remain as to who the father of the baby is. Anna Nicole was 39 years old and yet, in so many ways, still a child.
It's so sad. This is a story of a woman who pulled herself up but she pulled herself up into more and more trouble. She was wild. She was immature. I suspect that there was drug use. There was an endless stream of men in her life and no stability.
When I read that she died I was surprised----then wondered how I ever thought this dreadful story would end.
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For a woman who yearned to emulate Marilyn Monroe, the manner of her death is a rather ironic end to the sad tale.
I have read several indignant posts this morning on others sites about how irate they are at the focus that this womans death is being given. (ironic isn't it?)
I think it's because it's such a sad story. She was somebodys mother, daughter, friend. She was a mess, but as far as I could tell, she was never out to hurt other people and she seemed like if she had gotten her life straightened out she could have been fairly happy.
I'm sure being in her position it was hard and I'm not surprised she cracked, but I was surprised to hear she had passed.
I guess I was subconciously rooting for a big scare like this for her to get her life straight.
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