I’m always pleased when I receive approbation for a job well done. It feels good when someone tells me they love an essay I wrote, a sweater I knit, an event I produced, a website I launched.
But as happy as compliments make me, I can live without them. Literally, I mean .
Whitney Houston was applauded, millions of times over, for her work as a singer. But selling 170,000,000 albums, and having the honor of becoming the most awarded recording artist in history, apparently wasn’t enough approbation for this exceptional entertainer. Like too many celebrities, the more successful Whitney became, the more she needed to cut herself down. She had an abusive marriage and a drug addiction.
Her beautiful voice started to disappear, and with it went the accolades. If she was unhappy with them, she was distraught without them.
It’s hard to grasp why some with so much have so little self- respect. Maybe that’s precisely what propels these people to seek the spotlight in the first place. It’s warm and embracing, but when it dims, they try to turn it back on anyway they can.
Rest in peace, Whitney. You gave me–and millions of other FOFs–many hours of joy.