Ya’ll may have figured out that I am a long-time fan of The Man in Purple. He just came across as a decent (and flamboyant!) human being. I never heard misogyny in his lyrics, which is the thing that puts me off of a lot of modern stuff. He celebrated a healthy self image and healthy sexuality and he did it with a hell of a lot of flair.
So, although I am not usually more than momentarily sad over the death of a celebrity, the loss of Prince Rogers Nelson earlier this month really hit me hard. I’m genuinely sad that he’s gone. The world was a better place with a touch of purple, wasn’t it?
And then I watch this:
All of the feels. 😦