I suppose everyone knows by now, Anna Nicole Smith has shuffled off this mortal coil.
She was brassy, she was brash, she was bold, and very often trashy and tasteless. Famous for being famous, some people might see a parallel between her and that other blonde about town, Paris Hilton. But not me. I’ve always liked something about Anna, and it wasn’t just the breasts. Or the glitter and diamantes (but that was a huge appeal). She’s been fat, she’s been thin, she’s been an unwed mother, a single mother, a stripper, a public drunk, a gold digger, and a general train wreck. The sort of talk show guest that Jerry Springer dreams about.
But she never pretended to be anything else. She’s stood up under the face of public scrutiny, and said, “so what, I’m trailer trash”. And I loved her for it.
Disco Knitter 
With the magnificence that was Anna Nicole Smith or Vickie Lynn Hogan as she was originally known no longer available, I truly believe that the celebrity firmament has lost a shining example of one who was famous for being famous. I shall miss her from the heart of my bottom
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