Richard Kim writes a piece about why we should remember all of who Michael Jackson was, warts and all:
Our fascination with Whack-o Jack-o has never been only, or even primarily, with his prodigious skills. It was with the way he personified our culture's most central ambitions to whiteness, immortality, wealth, real estate and fame. Lodged somewhere between the superhuman and the alien, aspiration and disgust, Jackson was a grotesque reflection of our collective desires.
Yea, I think that's right (minus the needless use of "Whack-o Jack-o").
