By now everyone knows Whitney Houston died last month, most likely from overdosing on prescription pills. I began writing this post almost immediately after her death but my Muse talked me into waiting “a while” before doing so. I looked at a calendar this afternoon and noted that its been a while. Although I do have a little fun in the beginning, this post is really about making choices and about passing that message on to my daughter.
A woman I admired in my younger days has checked out for good. Whitney Houston once had it all but lost it all after hooking up with Bobby Brown, a former member of New Edition and presently a complete loser. Her story is sad, tragic and one that I recently used to teach my daughter life lessons.
I know this will sound crass (and I also know that my crassness comes as no surprise to many of you), but as I looked through a list of Whitney’s biggest Top 10 hits, I noticed that a lot of her songs actually could have been a foretelling of the future and a warning to the singer. Think I’m wrong? Check ’em out.
I Will Always Love You This is the song everyone knows Whitney for. Looking at it after her death one can logically argue that the ‘you” she loves is cocaine. Or crack. Probably both.
Greatest Love Of All Pretty much the same as the last one.
I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me) You’ve heard the phrase “dancing with the devil”, right? Whitney danced with the devil for many, many years but he never loved her.
Where Do Broken Hearts Go? I’m just going to state the obvious and say that by now I’m sure she figured out the answer to that question. “Excuse me. Is this elevator going down?”
Didn’t We Almost Have It All? That song could be the title of a book about her life. Although it technically should be called “Didn’t We Have It All Before We Smoked It All?”
I’m Your Baby Tonight I believe these are the words Whitney spoke just before she lit the crack pipe each time.
The one person I feel bad for is Whitney’s daughter, Bobbi Kristina. I’m being serious. This is where the funny stuff mostly stops. This girl had Whitney for a mom, still has Bobby Brown as a dad and TV psychic Dionne Warwick is her great-aunt. Please note the hyphen in the previous sentence. I’m not saying she’s a “great” aunt, though I’m not saying she’s not. I really have nothing to go on other than those Psychic Hotline commercials she was doing a few years back and that makes her seem a little sketchy in my book.
I found Whitney’s death to be the perfect opportunity to talk to my 14-year-old daughter about why not to take drugs and why she should avoid losers. I talked with her about how Whitney grew up in a stable home with a loving family and how she had an amazing voice. “Possibly the best voice of her generation” is what I said. I told my Drama Queen that Whitney was a role model for girls and that she seemed to have her act together.
Then Whitney hooked up with Bobby Brown.* I told my daughter that Whitney was living proof that the wrong guy can drag you down. Not always into a crack infused life, but down nonetheless. She looked at me a moment and asked, “How come Whitney went down with Bobby instead of making Bobby good?” I replied with a question of my own and asked what she thought. Her answer was priceless. “Cuz Bobby Brown’s a douche?” She said. “Yeah,” I replied. “Pretty much.”
People who say Whitney was a great mom are freakin crazy. What kind of good mom would humiliate her child by doing that stupid reality show? Was her need for fame that great that she was willing to embarrass herself for a little cash? I have no idea what Bobbi’s therapy will include but I think 5 sessions a week (at first) isn’t out of line.
It’s amazing to see the reaction of people to Whitney’s death. So many people talk about what a great person she was and I just don’t see it. Whitney was talented, but she wasn’t a great person overall. She had the opportunity to be a role model for years and years but smoked away that opportunity years ago. And when she had the chance to return to her better ways she chose to light up once again. Oh well.
Ever notice that when a random drug user dies, they were an “addict” but when a famous person uses drugs and dies they’re “troubled”? That’s not entirely untrue. The “trouble” was that the celebrity was a drug addict. I hate the way people try to spin shit, so let me simplify it for you.
Whitney Houston was a talented singer who had every opportunity but chose drugs (and Bobby Brown) as the way to live her life. She used to sing for God and towards the end I’m guessing she was singing for blow or crack or whatever she was abusing. Whitney used to be a role model, but died (hopefully) teaching kids a lesson. Crack is wack.
* I went to Wikipedia to double check some facts and this is the first thing I saw. I love the use of “occasional rapper”
Robert Barisford “Bobby” Brown (born February 5, 1969) is an American R&B singer-songwriter, occasional rapper, and dancer.