In rather news-heavy week, the news came out yesterday that Amy Winehouse has passed on. I wasn’t particularly a fan of her; there’s millions of equally talented girls and boys out there who just didn’t get the same stroke of luck and timing as she did. And frankly? I don’t think the poor kid should have been shoved into the limelight; she obviously didn’t flourish in it. No, I think her helicopter daddy has a lot to answer for with his obvious habit of piggybacking her to get his 15 minutes of fame. Well sir, I hope you choke on your little girl’s death, seeing how she got the last tragic laugh. She joins the 27 Club (if only just; her 28th birthday is mid-September) and gets remembered for that, and you sir, get to fall by the wayside.
Mind, I don’t support suicide by any stretch… but I do understand personal demons and the romantic notions they can bring. I can understand how the thought of belonging and being left alone can determine ones’ actions. I can even understand doing something spiteful to oneself to ‘show someone’. I’ve definitely done things detrimental to myself to make a point, to force a hand, to be left alone. We do these things, we take these drugs, we harm ourselves, just to try and find a modicum of control amongst the maelstrom that is life. And while I might not be a cutter, or do drugs or drink heavily anymore – I have been there. I’m still not sure how I made it out the other side, because for many years I had nobody and nothing.
And while I do enjoy being alone and having my space, we cannot live completely alone. And she was alone. I mean, this woman would take tea to the paps that camped outside her house, watching and praying and preying. There was so obviously a little girl trapped in there wanting approval beneath the tattoos and crack and fists, and I’m going to venture that the people she needed to hear the good things from didn’t give it to her. I hope she’s at peace now… I do. I don’t have to like her music to wish her that.
In different news, Google are kind of making asses of themselves. In the wake of the news that they are going to delete private profiles, they have apparently started deleting peoples’ accounts for no apparent reason… or explanation. And not just their profiles or Google Plus accounts – their everything:
Google Plus Deleting Accounts En Masse: No Clear Answers
One issue I’ve always had with Google is their lack of customer support. I was hacked a few years back, and it was quick fingers that caused me to retain control of my account; there was absolutely no visible customer support to go to, only a few FA-Qs (say it and laugh – SAY IT!). I also don’t trust companies when they try to be everything to everyone (Microsoft, for example), or completely disregard anything their users have to say (Facebook, of course. Microsoft used to be that bad, but I feel they’re getting better). So when you’ve got all these nice folks who have pretty much utilised Google to the fullest to enhance their lives, it is understandable that they are pissed off and confused to be left high and dry with absolutely no explanation. I hope we see some answers in the near future, but for now? I’ll accept it as the one Google hit you’ll find with my real name. 🙂
Have a nice Sunday!
one of the best pieces I’ve seen following Amy’s death was that by Russell Brand http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/2011/jul/24/russell-brand-amy-winehouse-woman?CMP=twt_gu
Funny you link that – I’m reading it right now from where you put it on Twitter! I don’t much care for Russell Brand as a person, but he’s right on the money when it comes to addiction. I’m still counting my stars that I never got that far down the road, heh.