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| Remember this story from PoliTits? |
I am not fond of the RIP stuff that happens on Facebook and Twitter. To me it's akin to those roadside memorials. Tacky. A need to become part of a personal, private tragedy. I am a judgmental fuck. I come from a world where emotions are best suppressed and life is to be faced with a thin-lipped grimness. To intrude on someone else's loss is gross. I don't want to be a part of it and I am embarrassed for the multitude of strangers who feel it necessary to voice their grief or even acknowledgment of a celebrity's passing.
But today, learning of the death of Amy Winehouse, whose music touched me at a time when I lived with my own dangerous addiction, I saw the point. This is a person who had an impact on my life and it didn't matter that she never knew. The lyrics on
Back to Black were stories lifted from my life.
Thank you, Amy. And Rest in Peace.
And this.
