Schadenfreude

Thank goodness that we all now know that the father of Anna Nicole Smith’s daughter is Larry Birkhead. To be completely honest, though, I really don’t know who that is – nor do I really care. In fact, who does care? I mean are there really people out there waiting with bated breath to find out who Anna’s baby daddy is? Seriously? Why? Aren’t there more important or at least more interesting things to be doing with your time than obsessing over some complete stranger.

I didn’t even understand all of the commotion over her death. Was anyone really surprised? The only thing that surprised me was that she hung on for as long as she did. She was a dumb girl with a severe drug problem. This is exactly the sort of thing that often happens to people like that – they do something stupid and die. There really shouldn’t have been any shock and certainly no mystery. I suppose that it’s always sad whenever someone dies, but it’s not like she was some great cultural or scientific luminary. Oh no! Anna Nicole Smith is dead – there goes the cure for cancer. I say again - who really cares?

Okay, we know what killed her and who fathered her sprog - can we all talk about something else now? Please?