Michael Jackson.
Okay, I know that’s a weird answer, considering that on yesterday’s truth blog
I said I didn’t have any favorite artists. But, I had a favorite singer back in
fifth grade: MJ. His was the first music video I ever saw (Thriller). I thought
he was so cute. I loved watching him perform with his red leather jacket (my
mom bought me a vinyl knock off of it that I proudly wore), his single white
glove, his moon walk.
And then he just
got weird with all his plastic surgery and the accusations of child sex abuse.
I don’t know if those accusations were true, but I do remember seeing him in an
interview talking about having sleepovers with other people’s children (same
bed). He was just really odd.
