While T. was the real M. J. fan in our household, I must admit a twinge of saddness and nostalgia when I heard of the King of Pop's death yesterday afternoon. After all, we were the Michael Jackson generation. From the early days of "Billie Jean" and red leather to the later scandals, strange marriages, and court cases, we have never known a world without him. Even when he was a reculse, he was still there. Now he's not, and we have to negotiate that fact, fit it into our reality somehow. It's weird.
Of course, he wasn't perfect. He was, in equal measure, beloved, hated, and ridiculed...his face and his life were examined under the most powerful of microscopes, and he was always found to be lacking or wrong. And yes, he made some huge mistakes. But his artistry was undeniable, and his role in our childhood was indispensible. He will be missed.