I watched a biography of Anna Nichole Smith last night on A&E. Or the biography channel. It was late, so I don't remember. But I had no idea she had died! See how much TV news I watch. And it really made me sad. Say what you will about good ole Anna, she was truly a one of kind person.
She kept reminding me of Marilyn Monroe. Beautiful, confused, and haunted by God knows what. However, Marilyn had talent, and always wanted to become more of an accepted actress. Anna, I believe, just wanted to have fun, and money. In a way, I can understand that. Coming from the backwoods of nowhere, there's not much to do sometimes but dream. And it takes a lot of guts to follow that dream with the determination she showed. I wonder if she was a victim of the people who controlled her career.
One thing I do find kind of strange is how much emphasis is placed on being invited to the playboy mansion. I just don't get it. Hugh Hefner must be at least 100 years old by now, and I just don't see the esteem and recognition you would recieve by being admitted into the golden gates of whatever goes on in there.
And I find it somewhat sad that the only claim to fame that some women may have is being a playboy centerfold. Not that I find it degrading, but making that the greatest achievement you would ever attain is akin to basing your whole life on being the Prom Queen.
Anywho, farewell, Anna Nichole. I hope where ever you are, you find what you were looking for.