A Sad Day for Generation X

Today we lost two iconic figures, ones that were emulated across the world. I still remember trying to get my hair like Farrah Fawcett's (and failing miserably). I watched Charlie's Angels throughout my teens, waiting each Wednesday night for the show to come on. Farrah was only on the show for one year, but her presence remained.

Michael Jackson is even more of a pop icon than Farrah was. He was, to be fair, the best singer/dancer I've ever seen. He was a genius. I remember during the 80s we had to ban the one glove look, because kids were fighting over who looked more like Michael. Most of the kids in my classes could moonwalk. I'll even admit to trying it, and falling on my ass on the kitchen floor while doing so. During our History of Rock and Roll performance in the 90s, my class did Thriller, and brought down the house.

I've been thinking about the events of today and the lives these two lived. Two very different lives, but both in the spotlight. It makes me appreciate the quiet life I lead, and respect those who DO live in the limelight and use it as a platform to do good.

Godspeed, Farrah and Michael, and thanks for the memories.