This month marks the 40th anniversary of Apollo 11 and Neil Armstrong’s giant leap for mankind.

Mr. Armstrong is still alive, and, as far as I know, in good health.  But alas, one day, like all of us, Armstrong will shuffle off this mortal coil.  When he does, his passing will no doubt be news – it will lead on all of the broadcast and cable news programs, and decorate the front pages of the daily papers.  He might even for a brief moment replace The Chosen One’s smiling visage on the covers of the etiolated news weeklies which grow thinner in size and substance with each passing week.

But will millions tune in to watch the funeral proceedings from across the globe?  Will thousands descend into the streets in tears, inconsolable at the loss?  Will there be a sports arena filled with famous and non famous mourners, gathered to celebrate his life?  Will models and preachers and sports stars proclaim his heroism? (more…)

Musicians – like every American – have every right to say most anything they want.  The 1960’s gave rise to popular music as a powerful means of political expression and action.  But in the end, Michael Jackson may have moved the cultural political bar further than any performer.  He proved a black kid from the poor streets of Gary, Indiana could rise to become an international superstar.  His music enjoyed equal company with Eddie Van Halen or Berry Gordy — black or white didn’t seem to matter.  He received invitations, calls and letters from leaders as diverse as Republican Ronald Reagan, Democrat Bill Clinton and the Sultan of Brunei.  News of his death sent shock waves around the globe. 

He was friends with Al Sharpton and Elizabeth Taylor.  He was idolized by Justin Timberlake, Flavor Flav — and Madonna.  Even those who had slapped him with lawsuits — like Paul McCartney, Tommy Mottola and John Landis — praised him. Everyone from Arnold Schwarzenegger to Diddy issued public statements of their profound sadness.  In short, Michael Jackson transcended most boundaries set on Earth.  (more…)

You are realizing your age today if you grew up in the 1970s or ’80s. Farrah Fawcett, whose iconic image was as ubiquitous on the bedroom walls of American teenage boys as Kim Il Sung’s was in the homes of North Koreans, died of cancer at 62 yesterday. Age is the cruel fate of all sex symbols. In Fawcett’s case, she not only contended with Father Time but with the public’s changing tastes that dated what once symbolized sex. Demographics, and Sir Mix-a-Lot, killed the pin-up girl monopoly of bleach-blond anorexics. But even twenty years after her heyday, ’70s postergirl Fawcett so symbolized sex that her 1995 appearance in Playboy became the bestselling issue of the 1990s. To put this in perspective, an over-the-hill Farah Fawcett beat Pamela Anderson, Jenny McCarthy, and Denise Richards in their primes. (more…)