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Feb. 7, 2003 / 11:48 a.m. ET
Get him a personal shopper: I will never again put the words Wacko and Jacko together to refer to Michael Jackson. After seeing “Living With Michael Jackson,” last night on ABC’s 20/20, I won’t be putting the words “journalist” and “Martin Bashir” side by side, either.
That’s how shabby Bashir’s so-called documentary was. As for his post mortem with ABC, it stunk to high heaven. He belongs in the sleaze league with Howard Stern, Jerry Springer and the rest of the dregs.
I don’t much care for Jackson’s Peter Pan self-indulgence. But I care even less for ABC’s posturing. And I’m glad Jackson’s lawyers have filed a complaint against Granada Television, which produced the program, though it’s hard to claim an invasion of privacy after volunteering to be interviewed.
In the end, Bashir’s gross insincerity — the way he baited Jackson, the leering repetition — made the King of Pop look human to me. Jackson let a 12-year-old sleep in his bed while he slept on the floor? So what. He’s built himself a huge playground to replace his lost childhood, a childhood given over to money-making performances? So what.
The conclusion I draw is not that Jackson needs advice on plastic surgery or therapy for his Peter Pan complex: He needs a personal shopper. Without one, he might outspend his wealth and have to auction off a merry-go-round, or worse. Instead of buying the perfect pair of urns, he buys nearly all the urns in sight. Instead of buying a significant icon for his Neverland ranch, he buys whatever amusement ride catches his fancy. A personal shopper might have tipped him to the historic Ferris Wheel from the great World’s Columbian Exposition of 1893.
Wouldn’t that be neat, having the world’s first Ferris Wheel in your back yard? I’ve got the perfect personal shopper for him, MSNBC.com’s own Teri Goldberg. I know she tuned in last night because she’d heard the program was to include a multimillion-dollar shopping spree. If that Ferris Wheel is still around somewhere, she’d find it for him. Michael, here’s her e-mail: personalshopper@msnbc.com.
Feb. 7, 2003 / 11:48 a.m. ET
Get him a personal shopper: I will never again put the words Wacko and Jacko together to refer to Michael Jackson. After seeing “Living With Michael Jackson,” last night on ABC’s 20/20, I won’t be putting the words “journalist” and “Martin Bashir” side by side, either.
That’s how shabby Bashir’s so-called documentary was. As for his post mortem with ABC, it stunk to high heaven. He belongs in the sleaze league with Howard Stern, Jerry Springer and the rest of the dregs.
I don’t much care for Jackson’s Peter Pan self-indulgence. But I care even less for ABC’s posturing. And I’m glad Jackson’s lawyers have filed a complaint against Granada Television, which produced the program, though it’s hard to claim an invasion of privacy after volunteering to be interviewed.
In the end, Bashir’s gross insincerity — the way he baited Jackson, the leering repetition — made the King of Pop look human to me. Jackson let a 12-year-old sleep in his bed while he slept on the floor? So what. He’s built himself a huge playground to replace his lost childhood, a childhood given over to money-making performances? So what.
The conclusion I draw is not that Jackson needs advice on plastic surgery or therapy for his Peter Pan complex: He needs a personal shopper. Without one, he might outspend his wealth and have to auction off a merry-go-round, or worse. Instead of buying the perfect pair of urns, he buys nearly all the urns in sight. Instead of buying a significant icon for his Neverland ranch, he buys whatever amusement ride catches his fancy. A personal shopper might have tipped him to the historic Ferris Wheel from the great World’s Columbian Exposition of 1893.
Wouldn’t that be neat, having the world’s first Ferris Wheel in your back yard? I’ve got the perfect personal shopper for him, MSNBC.com’s own Teri Goldberg. I know she tuned in last night because she’d heard the program was to include a multimillion-dollar shopping spree. If that Ferris Wheel is still around somewhere, she’d find it for him. Michael, here’s her e-mail: personalshopper@msnbc.com.
