R.I.P. Heath Ledger, also I'm an Asshole

Minutes ago I sat down in the library, and checked my Google reader. You already know by now what I read, and like most I'm shocked and saddened. I was thinking about it in contrast to the media circus and death-countdown-wet-dreams that circles the Spears and Dohertys of the world like vultures. Then I overheard some stupid sorority girl bemoaning "yeah, I heard he was supposed to be the best Joker, he really caught the psychosis of the character. He's supposed to be so much better than Jim Carrey's Joker." At which I had to smirk, and then of course I felt like an asshole.

I know it's asking too much, but then again it's been so long since we've lost a celebrity in their prime, but I hope this tosses a bucket of water on the paparazzi fueled bonfire we're in right now. This serves as a reminder that even though celebrities traffic in fantasy, they're actually all too real.

"She's a human! Leave Britney alone!"

Ugh, now I feel like an asshole again.