I haven’t liked Michael Jackson for, oh, quite a while now. But I must pay my respects to the Great Gloved One. He holds a special place as the first celebrity whose poster hung on my wall. I’m ever so grateful we didn’t end up together (12-year-old me thought we would make quite the smashing couple).
The funny thing is that Mister’s first “poster person” was Farrah Fawcett in her nipplelicious red swimsuit.
Quite a sad day on Memory Lane.