The memorial is over and I hope Michael Jackson has finally been laid to rest, not because I'm tired of all the coverage—I'm a grownup and know how to operate my remote control—but because it really creeps me out that he's been dead this long and hadn't been laid to rest in some fashion. Okay, so I am going to talk about the wall-to-wall coverage just for a second.
Now I know what you're thinking, and you're wrong. I don't want to hear about alleged fatigue of the saturation coverage. A super-sized America watched a four-hour super-sized memorial service. I'm also not in the business of telling my readers what to care about. I'm a blogger. I have an opinion on virtually everything. I write about what I care about with the hope somewhere out there is someone who cares about the same thing. I'm not going to give you the "Eat your vegetables" speech. I don't mind if you don't mind. I don't care that you care. We live in a world that places a heavy emphasis on celebrity. Should we? Should this memorial have been a big deal? It doesn't matter! It was a big deal. You're buying Michael Jackson records to make up for all the years it was out of style. He had to die to get his stimulus check. I guess we should have read the fine print on that one. Some of you stayed home and watched the memorial because you're still waiting on your stimulus check. Some of you stayed home and watched it for wholly different reasons. The rest watched it on replay to hear Anderson Cooper's sensitive play-by-play. Some of you did both. It was a big deal because it just was.