It was pretty inevitable, as it was the biggest pop culture story this week. This week at Pop Goes Teresa, I talk about the passing of Robin Williams.
When the news broke about Robin Williams’ tragic suicide, I wanted to write about it immediately – but I didn’t know what to say. Then everyone started writing about it, and there suddenly didn’t seem like there was anything left to say. From people being more open about their own depression and encouraging those battling with it to seek help, to Williams’ wife, Susan Schneider, revealing that Williams was also suffering from the early stages of Parkinson’s Disease, to O Captain! My Captain! and Genie tributes popping up everywhere, it seemed like all the bases were covered.
What interested me most, though, was not only the size of the outpouring of love and grief after his death, but that a lot of it seemed to come from people of or around my generation. Had it been any other performer in his or her 60s who passed away, I’m not sure the reaction would’ve been the same. It would’ve been understandable if we had a similar reaction to the deaths of people like Heath Ledger or Brittany Murphy, contemporaries who left us way too soon (and might have gotten us thinking about our own mortalities); or legends like Lauren Bacall, who actually passed away three days after Williams at the age of 89, and whose career spanned from Hollywood’s Golden Age to the present.
So, why Robin Williams?
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