Despite whatever some people might say about Anna Nicole and her (bad) choices in life, I do kinda feel sorry for her because nearly everyone around her was only using her. She had spoken of feeling "alone" in the world in some interviews, and I think that she felt that way because on a certain level she knew that most of the people in her life were there for the fame and fortune and not because they genuinely liked and cared for her. I can't really say about Howard K. Stern. I think he probably always loved her but that she couldn't fully trust that anyone's feelings for her were true and genuine. That would most definitely cause one to feel "alone" in the world even though she is surrounded by many people.
Normally, I generally agree with Bill O-Reilly, but he has been quite harsh in regards to Anna Nicole's death. Well, maybe she was a little dumb about her choices in life, but I don't think that's a good reason to scorn her. Who among us has never made a bad choice? Or even several bad choices? And why ridicule someone for not being especially "smart" when her "dumbness" has made her rich and famous? Well, of course, we're all entitled to our own opinions.
I hereby formally and posthumously induct Anna Nicole Smith into the Hoe Hall of Fame. She was a Hoe as much as her idol, Marilyn Monroe. Well, some might object and say that Marilyn had more class, etc., but I think that is an unfair statement because if Marilyn had lived in our current crazy media culture, she would have been ridiculed for the same things as Anna Nicole, or even worse since as far as we know Anna Nicole wasn't sleeping with a President and his brother.
The parallels between Anna Nicole's and Marilyn's lives and deaths are striking, and perhaps that was by Anna Nicole's design, though it could be argued that Anna Nicole's life was even more difficult and tragic. While Marilyn endured many failed marriages and at least one miscarriage, she was never a mother and never suffered the loss of a child, which is any mother's worst nightmare. Both women were used and thrown away by people who claimed to love her.
And while I'm preaching a little, let me add that Anna Nicole's tragic life can be seen as evidence that Hugh Hefner truly is the Devil. Let us not forget that Hefner and Playboy are also a common and primary thread in the stories of Anna Nicole Smith and Marilyn Monroe. When you extend his philosophy of women to its logical conclusion you will find yourself staring at the dead bodies of Anna Nicole and Marilyn Monroe.
In conclusion, I'd just like to say that despite all the hoopla about her life and death, we must remember that Anna Nicole Smith was a human being with real feelings and needs and challenges. None of us should feel superior because we don't really know how hard it was for her to live with what life gave her.
Do not judge so that you will not be judged. For in the way you judge, you will be judged; and by your standard of measure, it will be measured to you. Why do you look at the speck that is in your brother’s eye, but do not notice the log that is in your own eye? Or how can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ and behold, the log is in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the log out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to take the speck out of your brother’s eye.
Matthew 7: 1-5
Afterthought: I do realize that by judging Hefner so harshly I am guilty of a bit of hypocrisy about not judging others, but sorry, I stand by my evaluation of his Devilness.
Another afterthought: I had meant to mention that I had no opinion about Anna Nicole until I started watching her "reality" show when I was laid up in bed and tethered to a catheter for two weeks after my hysterectomy. I had to have the catheter because my insides were all messed up from the c-sections and they had to cut my bladder to get the other stuff out. That was about as non-graphic a description as I could think of so sorry if it was still gross. Anyway, her show was a fun distraction from my own troubles and for that I am/was thankful. And I could say that it helped my recovery as it forced me to laugh and therefore exercise my wounded abdomen. And laughing was better than making myself cough as the doctors had instructed.
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