R.I.P. Whitney Houston...and just say NO kids.

R.I.P.

So Whitney Houston is dead. Bummer. I remember hearing her music seemingly everywhere when I was a little kid in the late 80's/early 90's. Back in her prime she was beautiful (a model actually) and of course, you know, had an AMAZING voice.


my God, it's like she wasn't even trying.


Too bad that all went to shit. Whitney's career started to mimic her personal life, all messed up. If you aren't familiar with her long and tumultuous relationship with Bobby Brown, her battle with drugs and knack for insane public behavior, have fun with Google afterwards. In short, I'll just say that Whitney was like a walking D.A.R.E. (Drug Abuse Resistance Education for you non-USA'ers) advertisement =/ Such a waste of talent. Of course she wasn't the first, and sadly, won't be the last.

At least her music will live on...through young boys from Taiwan.





*NOTE*
When news of her death broke I immediately thought of two things:
X-Men: The Animated Series


and my homie Patrick Bateman...he was a HUGE Whitney fan =p