Purple Rain tops Playboy ... |
WHEN
I WOKE up Thursday morning and checked around the Internet, it seems that the
potential was for a celebrity death to dominate the nation’s news reports.
Joanie Laurer, a.k.a. Chyna, was found dead in her Los Angeles-area apartment
She
was a part of the crew of the World Wrestling Federation of old, and gave off
the impression of a semi-attractive woman who was so muscular that there was no
doubt she was capable of beating the caca out of anybody who messed with her.
Now
I was never much of a fan of professional wrestling. But my brother,
Christopher, was. He acknowledged the “fake” status of wrestling – not really a
sport, but instead an overly-physical show in which the “entertainers” do their
own stunts.
And
to help enhance those stunts, she wasn’t shy about admitting her use of steroid
substances that bolstered her muscular bulk.
QUITE
THE FREAK show, and one that I’m sure some people remember fondly. Enough that
I’m pretty sure they were pissed when later Thursday morning publicists for the
entertainer Prince (a.k.a. Prince Rogers Nelson) announced that he was dead.
Found
at his home near Minneapolis, a city of which he was a native.
Chyna
might have gone on to appear in movies and do a spread for Playboy magazine.
But it seems the film “Purple Rain” and the song “1999” are a longer-lasting
legacy than the sight of a scantily-clad Chyna whom not even Hugh Hefner would
publish these days (because we’re really supposed to read Playboy for the
articles these days).
Prince
wound up being the big celebrity death. Chyna quickly got relegated to
second-class status, and I’m curious to see how her death actually gets played
in the Friday newspapers.
I
WONDER IF we’ll get the same type of sniping as occurred back on May 17, 1990.
That was the day after both Jim Henson (the Muppets creator) and Rat Pack
singer Sammy Davis, Jr., died.
Many
newspapers (including the Chicago Tribune) took their share of grief for
thinking that creating characters such as Kermit the Forg and Big Bird was more
important than singing “The Candyman” or being Frank Sinatra’s party buddy.
Personally,
I don’t think Chyna or Prince would top either Davis or Henson on the overall
society contribution checklist. But obituary placements often are a matter of
timing.
Chyna
might have got bigger overall play if Prince’s publicists had had the decency
(some might think) to hold off another day in announcing his death – which came
just a few days after reports of his emergency hospitalization in the Quad
Cities.
I’M
SURE SOME people are going to want to take on a “conspiracy theory” mode in
thinking that something suspicious exists about the singer’s death.
Now
some might think this is celebrity overplay. Although I have to admit those
deaths do catch a certain level of interest that the rest of the news report fails
to do with its presidential campaign obsessions.
As
I look at the newspapers in front of me, I see the lede story headlines of “Trump
Stumps in Indy” (say that three times quickly) and “Russia Expands Submarine
Fleet, Fueling Rivalry.” The latter came from the New York Times, which
relegated their Trump-related story to Page Three. Although that story told us
of the potential for the upcoming Indiana primary elections (May 3) could be
the ones that make it inevitable that The Donald will be the Republican
presidential nominee.
As
far as I’m concerned, that is all the more reason to think there’s something
funky in the polluted part of Lake Michigan water that those Hoosiers are
consuming in the land east of State Line Road!
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