When I was in Chicago for BlogHer I completely forgot to watch television and I haven’t been reading about celebrity gossip. This is a tragedy, it means I can’t read tweets about True Blood (now I am weeks behind on the goings on of Sookie Stackhouse) I missed Top Chef Masters (which pains me deep down inside), but worst of all, I had no idea that Michael Jackson’s ghost revisited this mortal coil to tell Amy Winehouse to lay off the drugs.
While visiting a clairvoyant in St. Lucia (no, I am not making that up) Winehouse says that she heard Michael Jackson’s voice telling her that she needed to clean up her act or she would lose everything.
As much as I think the message is good and wise, the idea of The King of Pop stuck in the Nether World being forced to act as the Ghost of Christmas Future to other troubled celebrities is, while certainly hilarious, fairly unlikely.
Plus, I always figured that a guy who had four giraffes and two tigers at his house would fit squarely into Dante’s fourth circle for hoarders and wasters rendering purgatory completely unnecessary.
What I am trying to say here is that while I find it extremely improbable that it wasn’t just some sort of flashback I hope she does knock it off. I hate to see someone with so much talent slowly killing herself in public.
Heed the Jacko apparition, Amy.
He looks like he means business.