Wipe Your Feet

Alice Gregory’s blog*, which has the effect of making you feel as though you have entered a pleasantly air-conditioned department store, mentioned the “startlingly cruel” Farrah Fawcett obit by Alessandra Stanley.  I had missed it last week, but it’s worth reading, because cruel is exactly what it is.  To wit:

Cancer interrupted Ms. Fawcett’s attempted comeback in 2006 and put her on a different, more didactic track — pursued by a careful-what-you-wish-for flurry of publicity. She put the incessant tabloid intrusion to the service of her illness, making a video diary of her struggle with anal cancer that, among other things, allowed her to feel that she had some control over the coverage. NBC, never shy about exploiting a celebrity tragedy, overproduced and overpromoted her film in “Farrah’s Story,” but never made the public service point that, besides abstinence, the HPV vaccine is the most promising form of prevention against this type of cancer, which in most cases is sexually acquired.

Classy, Alessandra! It’s totally her fault she got cancer! [facepalm]

*I found her blog through Magic Molly.  They’re good friends.  For some reason, when Magic Molly posts a link, I click it.  This lends credibility to Molly Lambert’s claim that I am a “looxist”