Model, reality TV star, mother, playmate, actress, stripper and iconic pop celebrity Anna Nicole Smith passed away Thursday in a hotel room in Hollywood. That's Hollywood, Florida. I don't want to bore you with the details of the death, but basically, she collapsed and the cause of death is still unknown. I don't know whether to be sad about Anna Nicole's passing or happy that she and her loving former husband will be joined once again in heaven. I'm sure he is interested in what happened to his money. While many newspapers and websites covered her death by portraying Smith in an elegant Marilyn Monroe-wannabe light and write about her life as though she was an important figure in American history, I chose to run a photo that faithfully portrays the true Anna Nicole Smith. She was a blond, busty, at times beautiful, fucked up female figure who never was able to get it together. Anna Nicole was one of these people who every time she spoke, moved, blinked or did anything, it was obvious she was on drugs. Yet for some reason all of her "fans" would rather just believe that she is "crazy" or "eccentric." The girl was messed up. Always. She dropped out of high school, had a son as a teenager, was from Texas, worked as a stripper, married an 89 year-old man when she was 26 (who she picked up in her strip club... yuck) and then gained about 100 pounds and had cameras follow her around for two years documenting how fucked up she was. Her own mother in November went on a talk show to beg Anna Nicole to get off drugs. She said of Anna, "She lives on drugs now." Her mother also prophesized months ago that if she married her then boyfriend, current husband Howard K. Stern, she would end up dead. After her son died mysteriously 5 months ago, Stern stands to inherit Anna Nicole's money. I guess what goes around comes around. I wish I could say Anna will be remembered for all the good work she did. But other than Playboy and Naked Gun 33 1/3: The Final Insult, I can't really think of anything good she did. She will go down as a 90s sex symbol who made what she could out of a shitty life and then went off the deep end. As my friend Joe, saddened over the sudden death, remarked, "I hope they donate those tits to science."
Monday, February 12, 2007
Anna Nicole Dead at 39
Model, reality TV star, mother, playmate, actress, stripper and iconic pop celebrity Anna Nicole Smith passed away Thursday in a hotel room in Hollywood. That's Hollywood, Florida. I don't want to bore you with the details of the death, but basically, she collapsed and the cause of death is still unknown. I don't know whether to be sad about Anna Nicole's passing or happy that she and her loving former husband will be joined once again in heaven. I'm sure he is interested in what happened to his money. While many newspapers and websites covered her death by portraying Smith in an elegant Marilyn Monroe-wannabe light and write about her life as though she was an important figure in American history, I chose to run a photo that faithfully portrays the true Anna Nicole Smith. She was a blond, busty, at times beautiful, fucked up female figure who never was able to get it together. Anna Nicole was one of these people who every time she spoke, moved, blinked or did anything, it was obvious she was on drugs. Yet for some reason all of her "fans" would rather just believe that she is "crazy" or "eccentric." The girl was messed up. Always. She dropped out of high school, had a son as a teenager, was from Texas, worked as a stripper, married an 89 year-old man when she was 26 (who she picked up in her strip club... yuck) and then gained about 100 pounds and had cameras follow her around for two years documenting how fucked up she was. Her own mother in November went on a talk show to beg Anna Nicole to get off drugs. She said of Anna, "She lives on drugs now." Her mother also prophesized months ago that if she married her then boyfriend, current husband Howard K. Stern, she would end up dead. After her son died mysteriously 5 months ago, Stern stands to inherit Anna Nicole's money. I guess what goes around comes around. I wish I could say Anna will be remembered for all the good work she did. But other than Playboy and Naked Gun 33 1/3: The Final Insult, I can't really think of anything good she did. She will go down as a 90s sex symbol who made what she could out of a shitty life and then went off the deep end. As my friend Joe, saddened over the sudden death, remarked, "I hope they donate those tits to science."
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