Two icons gone, but one stands out.
On Thursday, two icons in the entertainment world passed. One from the 70s, Farrah Fawcett and the other from the 80s, Michael Jackson.
Although, the Michael Jackson death was certainly shocking, personally I most relate to Farrah’s death. When I was in high school, everyone had a Farrah poster, most of us teens referred to her as just Farrah. When I hear the name Michael (other than myself) I think of just one Michael.
That famous 1976 poster of Farrah is still the top selling poster of all-time. (I had her poster up on the closet door and a poster of Bobby Hull - circa Chicago Blackhawks days.)
Acting? We didn’t know if she could act (Yeah I watched some Charlie’s Angels, but wasn’t a requirement in my world) and to many in the older set, she couldn’t act. But if you were a guy, you watched her for her looks.
Of course, her light started to fade with me somewhere around 1979, when a lady named Catherine Bach graced the TV set as Daisy Duke from the Dukes of Hazzard.
Last month I watched Farrah’s Story – a documentary filmed by her friend Alana Stewart and just thought back to those “Farrah” days and the reality of today. After watching the documentary, which she vowed for the camera to keep rolling no matter what she was going through, this was the ultimate reality and the question of whether she could act on screen or not had nothing to do with it.
This was real.
Farrah acted human.
Farrah acted strong.
Farrah acted real.
Farrah became a heroine to me for what she went through and what she was trying to tell people. The pain and suffering didn’t interrupt her life. She carried on and tried to find a cure. Someday, there has to be a cure and if you watched the documentary you saw what Farrah went through. It was much like what my dad went through. The band Avenged Sevenfold still has the best assesment of cancer when one of their friends passed. “Cancer sucks.” Nothing else needs to be said.
We all were pulling hard for her. When someone has cancer we pull very hard for them. We become cheerleaders.
It’s a shame.
Goodbye Farrah.
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