I'm not myself today gossipers. A sadness has overtaken me and I don't think my frown will ever be upside down again. For once I am not going to complain about she who must not be named, she had a bad week of her own. I'd offer a hug but who knows where that would get me. No this week I am going to focus on the sad news that came out about 2 iconic women,Elizabeth Edwards and the Queen of Breasts soul, Aretha Franklin.
What happened was, I went up to Detroit for a meeting with Royal. He wanted to talk to me about the direction of my column and threatened to put me on hitus. I'm not sure what that means but I'm thinking that maybe he is siding with someone else and going to try to bump me off. Good luck with that, Death himself is afraid of me. Anyways when I seen him, I noticed he wasn't as rainbowy as he normally is, there was something darker about him. I encouraged him to tell me what was going on and he told me the sad news that Elizabeth Edwards had passed away. The news startled me, this brave woman who in the final years of her incredible life dealt with more drama than any soap heroine does, had lost her battle with cancer?
This made me start to contemplate the way I was doing things in my life. Maybe I was being a tad harsh on that little Justine Biever I mean who cares if she's a boy? Celebrities like myself need not to be working on tearing other people down, hear that Kathy Griffin?! We need to start working towards finding a cure for the dreaded K word. Don't correct me and say the C word, I call it the K word because its a killer.
Then word leaked out about my icon, Aretha. When she began canceling appearances, I thought that perhaps this was a new fad and the diva committee forgot to tell me. That damn Madonna hates me because I'm prettier and more feminine than she is. This would not stand, so I canceled appearances and then took it one step further and left the town where you know who lives and let the restaurants know that I would not be appearing there for a while. The manager looked devastated and confused but understood where I was coming from. However it was not the diva committee leaving me out, well totally. No My friend has cancer and it made tear up a little. Just for the record my tears taste like vodka .
As I write this, again with vodka in my eyes, Aretha is recovering from surgery and everyone is wishing her well. While the platitudes are nice I say save your breath, say a silent prayer and get your butts out there and start helping find a cure for The K Word
What happened was, I went up to Detroit for a meeting with Royal. He wanted to talk to me about the direction of my column and threatened to put me on hitus. I'm not sure what that means but I'm thinking that maybe he is siding with someone else and going to try to bump me off. Good luck with that, Death himself is afraid of me. Anyways when I seen him, I noticed he wasn't as rainbowy as he normally is, there was something darker about him. I encouraged him to tell me what was going on and he told me the sad news that Elizabeth Edwards had passed away. The news startled me, this brave woman who in the final years of her incredible life dealt with more drama than any soap heroine does, had lost her battle with cancer?
This made me start to contemplate the way I was doing things in my life. Maybe I was being a tad harsh on that little Justine Biever I mean who cares if she's a boy? Celebrities like myself need not to be working on tearing other people down, hear that Kathy Griffin?! We need to start working towards finding a cure for the dreaded K word. Don't correct me and say the C word, I call it the K word because its a killer.
Then word leaked out about my icon, Aretha. When she began canceling appearances, I thought that perhaps this was a new fad and the diva committee forgot to tell me. That damn Madonna hates me because I'm prettier and more feminine than she is. This would not stand, so I canceled appearances and then took it one step further and left the town where you know who lives and let the restaurants know that I would not be appearing there for a while. The manager looked devastated and confused but understood where I was coming from. However it was not the diva committee leaving me out, well totally. No My friend has cancer and it made tear up a little. Just for the record my tears taste like vodka .
As I write this, again with vodka in my eyes, Aretha is recovering from surgery and everyone is wishing her well. While the platitudes are nice I say save your breath, say a silent prayer and get your butts out there and start helping find a cure for The K Word
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