Wait - that was the last post. BTW - all was fine, slept through the whole thing, no pain, no problem.
But gaaaaahhhh!!! Drama intended - two icons of my teenage / young adult years dying on the same day! I really really feel old.
There wasn't a girl my age who didn't want - and try for - Farrah Fawcett hair, and there wasn't a guy at or around my age who didn't have her classic poster in his dorm room or bedroom.
When I babysat - the girls all wanted to be Jill Munroe when they played Charlie's Angels. Seriously - Kate and Jacqueline just faded into the background....
And Michael Jackson - good god. Seriously. Who didn't buy "Thriller" and who couldn't still sing all the words? I taught aerobics in the big hair-shiny leotard-leg warmer days, and we used all of his music.
Despite any tarnishing of either of these stars later in life - both of them represent really unique points in my life and for people in and around my age - we're feeling what our older brothers and sisters felt when John Lennon died.