Comments on: Crazy Michael Jackson Fan

By: VIANET

VIANET — Thu, 03 Sep 2009 09:53:50 +0000

Very well said. You just summed up how we (his die-hard FEMALE fans) feel for him. I would have written the same if I’m equipped with the right words. Upto now, I’m having a hard time wrapping up my confused feelings after his death, and because of this, having difficulty letting go and moving on.

I love him. want him, need him so much and don’t quite know how to express it.

Thank you for this.

By: Jenn

Jenn — Thu, 20 Aug 2009 05:31:01 +0000

Oh man you are not alone at 1:11 in high def. HOLY CRAP. I can’t begin to thank you for the heads up! Oh adn you’re a great writer. If you wrote a book on anything I’d read it.

By: Capucine0512

Capucine0512 — Sun, 16 Aug 2009 19:11:21 +0000

I agree with all yuou have said, even now,

I cannot get enough of looking at him. The Argentina girl while kissing him on stage, I kept playing it over and over looking at his lips and struting closer to kiss her.

I love hikm soo and at the same time upset with im for doing this to himself so I cannot get more of him…

I keep looking for more compilations from fans put together with his music it makes me cry and seek more of him struting on stage, talking, waving, looking at fans, anything, it looks soo GORGEOUS with his black hair and ruby lips and the looks befor this…I LOVE HIM SOOO!!!

By: Hamster

Hamster — Wed, 29 Jul 2009 04:58:56 +0000

Michael Jackson all over Montreal:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xYVi_6KZyTs

By: John

John — Wed, 15 Jul 2009 13:27:13 +0000

I watched these videos and read your column, and I cried and cried. To have kissed the mouth that produced such sweet music…

By: Bella

Bella — Wed, 08 Jul 2009 05:07:55 +0000

The embrace between Jackson and the fan during “You Are Not Alone” is exquisite. But it is one of desperation and impossibility. Each is desperate for the attention of the other. The fan craves Jackson. He craves her as the emblem of a multitude. It is impossible that this individual union could continue. So it remains pure. Its appeal rests on fantasy. There is no real element of sex, only of desire.

Jackson’s posturing crotch-grab was a gesture of sexual selfishness, containment, a display of what could not, would not be shared. This fostering of desire with no possibility of fulfillment fuels the imaginations of teenage girls. The desire is an end in itself. Fulfillment would entail loss of control and then terrifying vulnerability. I think that if women cherish Jackson’s stage persona as sexy, it indicates a longing for protected childhood and puberty and for relief from the complexities of maturity.

By: Neena

Neena — Tue, 07 Jul 2009 17:35:11 +0000

You just nailed it Lynn. Wonderfully written. Thank you.

By: Sean Dixon

Sean Dixon — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 21:18:44 +0000

It strikes me as perfectly reasonable to condemn a junkie pedophile. But to sit in judgment of someone who loves a junkie pedophile? I’m not so sure about that.

By: Mitchell Graves

Mitchell Graves — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 21:03:41 +0000

I actually used to enjoy reading Lynn Crosbie. How can I continue to do so, given her ardour for junkie pedophiles?

By: Darcy

Darcy — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 14:44:38 +0000

“People who don’t appreciate “Ben” don’t really appreciate pop culture and remain clueless about MJ. His tender, profound emotionality taught teenagers everywhere that they could feel more deeply than they realized.” A must-read article on Jackson… http://www.nypress.com/article-20022-in-mjrss-shadow.html

By: Mary Gaitskill

Mary Gaitskill — Wed, 01 Jul 2009 02:37:46 +0000

Hi Lynn. I’m an ogre who doesn’t especially connect with Michael Jackson, though I like some of his songs–what you wrote made me understand why he means so much to people, never saw him as brilliant before, but now I get it. Thanks!

By: Julia

Julia — Tue, 30 Jun 2009 04:56:27 +0000

My God. At this moment I want to hold YOU and not let go. Thank you for speaking our unconventional desires. Imprinted in my memory since childhood is the clip from “Dirty Diana” in which he tears his t-shirt in half. What sort of frenzy inspired it? A. Anger. B. Lust. C. The need to truly bare oneself. D. All of the above, simultaneously. I choose D, and that is why I choose Michael Jackson.