tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562507039994560760.post5526542494025960954..comments2023-10-24T00:29:53.752-07:00Comments on Larry No: A Sad Day for Us Children of the '70sLarry Nohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10007068094198896768noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562507039994560760.post-62737209815360822502009-09-27T23:24:22.246-07:002009-09-27T23:24:22.246-07:00I think that makes a lot of sense. I myself kind o...I think that makes a lot of sense. I myself kind of go through that, and my father, while very strict, authoritarian and a big disciplinarian, never abused me!<br /><br />Sometimes, I'll pass a mirror as I'm frowning and see my father's face. It scares the crap out of me, so imagine being Michael Jackson, with that horrible father! My father was not horrible, and *I* feel like that (though not to the extent that I want plastic surgery).Larry Nohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10007068094198896768noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562507039994560760.post-84428761127167790732009-09-02T11:49:14.790-07:002009-09-02T11:49:14.790-07:00Like you, I always thought he had devolved into a ...Like you, I always thought he had devolved into a sad freakish shell of his former self with all the plastic surgery. In the days after his death, I read something that softened my stance a bit. His seemingly endless rounds of platic surgery and hair-straightening and skin-lightening began when he began to mature and resemble his horribly abusive father. Perhaps he simply couldn't stand looking into the mirror each day and seeing the face of his abuser. It's sad, because I always thought he was very handsome as a young man, before the surgeries started. But perhaps it's a logical explanation for what otherwise just seemed freaky.LegalMisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00197525109022776598noreply@blogger.com