This morning, two young boys lost their mother, when Jade Goody died in her sleep. What is not disputable is the tragedy of this.
What, however, is absolutely fair game is the fact that the bloody Prime Minister, for fuck’s sake, has paid tribute to somone who was initially famous for being a talentless bigot, even if she’s a ‘Princess Di from the wrong side of the tracks’, as Stephen Fry would have it, essentially due to dying, tragically, from cancer at 27. There’s just no two ways about this. Yes, it’s a cultural phenomenon, etc etc. But what the hell is he playing at? It’s not like the furore that were to occur were David Beckham to die, or Kylie Minogue, or any popular icon that Britains hold dear: They’re famous because people like them, and they like them because they’re talented. They’re not famous because people don’t like them. Or didn’t, even if they’ve forgotten.
The fact of the matter is that Jade Goody became popular (and all credit to her, and later Max Clifford) and hugely marketable, from being very unpopular with a huge swathe of the country. There’s a case for saying that only the middle classes thought she was awful, and it’s all snobbery, but this is simply what her fame, nay, notoriety, was based on. Sorry.
The awful thing is that some people will inevitbaly fall for this astute act of sincerity from Brown, as well as the Tory one. But many won’t be impressed. Really, it’s Jade and Max 1, Brown 0.
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- R.i.p. (perezhilton.com)