I was never a huge Whitney fan, but nobody can debate the beauty and power of her voice. Also beyond debate is that she deserved a better ending than the one she found, alone in a bathtub, while ‘friends’ were partying a few floors away. Xanax and other benzodiazepines, combined with alcohol, are suspected of contributing to her death.
In fact, my primary reaction to reading about her death has been disgust over the way things play out in star circles– similar to how they played out after the death of Michael Jackson. We have the parade of the business confidants– Simon, the Idol/X-Factor guy, saying that he could tell something was amiss. Producers who say she looked great the last time they met. Friends who say they tried to reach out. Even Jesse Jackson somehow got his picture taken as part of the tragedy.
The picture that summarizes that world best shows Jane Fonda and one of the Kardashians (I don’t know one from the other) taking a break from grief to pose for a photo.
Hollywood, as I think about it, is the perfect setting for addiction– a place where everyone is acting and pretending, where relationships are fake but ‘useful,’ where rage occasionally makes headlines but bad behavior is mostly ignored.
I would LOVE to be a part of it. But I wouldn’t last five minutes.