Must be my hormones

I thought I was pretty harderned/repressed emotially but even I couldn't fail to be moved by aspects of the Michael Jackson memorial service last night on TV. I had expected it to be a tacky event and to a minor level it didn't disappoint; notably Usher singing to the casket and Mariah Carey (everything she does has a level of tackiness), but for the most part it was an interesting, emotional and thought-provoking event. Little stories by people such as Berry Gordy (the founder of Motown), Smokey Robinson and Brooke Shields really brought to light a seldom seen/heard of side of Michael Jackson, that of a normal person with extraordinary talent living this almost surreal life. It's these little stories that start to pluck at the emotional heart strings, leaving Jermaine's moving song and Paris' words at the end to finish you off.

I only wish the numerous advisers that surrounded Michael Jackson throughout his life had been more forward in telling him that there is a line between showing empathy and caring about children to sharing a room with them. But I guess being surrounded by people who constantly go on about how great you are and who all want a piece of the pie, makes you really believe you can do anything that you believe is right, whether it is appropriate or not. If they had been stronger with him, perhaps all the allegations would not have outshone the talent that he so clearly had.