For a long time, I've had a bit of an obsession with Anna Nicole Smith. I love her for many of the same reasons I love Marilyn Monroe. The unrepentant blonde brassiness that borders on the trashy. The wacky innocence. The desire to be taken seriously, though many only see them as sex objects. The tragedy of their lives.
Anna's story is so sad and such an example of why money can't buy happiness. It is so awful that she died at such a young age and after having endured recent tragedy. I wonder if Anna ever allowed herself to deal with and grieve her son's passing. I doubt it. It was so clear on looking at her interviews and public appearances, that sbe was continuously drugged up. And it makes me wonder about the prominent people, actually the one prominent person, in her life. Why that person would allow her to remain in such a detached state, knowing that, eventually, she would be slapped in the face by reality.
(sigh) It's awful. I hope she's found some peace. I'll miss her antics.
