Immense talent of any sort is more a curse than a blessing. Rather than a passport to stature and its shadow-side of fame, it’s an invitation for others to take everything in your life from you without obligation. This loss is only realized once the usurpers have made flight, leaving people with only a shell of a career that is overflowing with anguish.
Adorno was mistaken when he proclaimed normalcy to be “death.” To be normal is to be given the opportunity to live without caveats that are styled as freedoms unavailable to the multitude.
Whitney Houston’s death isn’t nearly as unjust as the pleasure that we all took in gawking at her decline from beloved performer to reviled sideshow attraction. She wasn’t the first to suffer such indignities and she certainly won’t be the last.