- The Washington Times - Friday, February 9, 2007

It took approximately three seconds for the media to toss out one of the most overused words in the business — “icon” — as news was announced yesterday of Anna Nicole Smith’s death.

Straight from the celebrity postmortem pez-dispenser, this article asks why we “cared” about Anna Nicole. I’m not sure anyone cared, per se, but we sure liked to rubberneck. Through the megabucks marriage, the reality-TV fame, the weight gain, the weight loss — through all that, Anna Nicole’s slurry persona justified the most trivial of trash-pop fascination. Like Paris Hilton, Anna Nicole slipped through that wormhole of American culture wherein fame isn’t earned so much as emanated.

I never wished her any ill; she was a fairly innocuous figure. But it’s not quite right to see she was harmless. She was at the very least harmful to herself (whether to a fatal extent we don’t yet know) — and, I think it’s fair to say, to the infant who survives her. R.I.P.



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