It seems that every person with a blog, in the last 24-ish hours, has parroted “Heath Ledger is dead” in some form or another along with links to assorted news articles. It seems that now I am doing the same.
When I first heard the news, my initial thought was “isn’t he dead already?” Some Googling cleared that up; I think I was mixing his name up with some-rockstar-or-other. My reaction has been updated to “meh…” I’m a little tired of celebrity news. I don’t care that he died in Mary-Kate Olsen’s apartment or that he ODed on sleeping pills or that he’s been in a recovery program and clean for at least a year. I honestly have no idea who this guy is. I never saw the gay cowboy movie, and although I’m very excited to see the new Batman film and have already seen some preview clips and stills, given the Joker makeup I’d be hard-pressed to pick Mr. Ledger out of a police lineup without the greasepaint.
I know it’s a tragic time for his friends and loved ones and I do wish them well, but I’m still not sure why I should care any more about him than the hundreds, if not thousands, of other nameless, faceless overdoses that occur each and every day.
Does this make me an insensitive bastard? So be it.