Monday 3 February 2014

Remembering

Tragically Sad, On Many Counts

The chattering classes have been all agog and aghast over the suicide of Charlotte Dawson.  We did not know her.  We never followed her career.  We suppose it's fair to characterise that career--what we know of it--as being one of a semi-celeb, a media personality.  It is a part of modern society's interests that we find desperately narcissistic and as deep as a puddle in a parking lot.

However, that is not to say that Dawson herself was narcissistic or shallow.  We just don't know.  We do know, however, that constantly needing to self-promote and "stay in the public eye" so media contracts come along must be a depressing slog for anyone.  Friends have said they knew her to be warm, funny, intelligent and generous.  She also battled with depression, eventually losing not just the battle, but the war.  Now the chattering classes are trying to use her death to make common cause against cyber bullying--all of which seems a bit mercantile and tawdry, the wickedness of bullying notwithstanding.

But for us the really, really sad part is highlighted by columnist, Miranda Devine, writing in The Daily Telegraph 



Fred Nile was quoting Charlotte Dawson’s own words

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