For six months now, the news media have scrutinised virtually every moment of Jade Goody's deterioration, since her cervical cancer diagnosis last summer.Her decline has been rapid, as has the about-face of the media, the print press in particular, which reported Goody's every faux-pas after she shot to fame in 2002. The cameras were there whenever she was being thick, then later pretending to be thicker still, playing to expectations. Then the newspapers trumpeted piously when she let go at spoiled, high-caste Indian twat Shilpa Shetty, during Celebrity Big Brother five years later.
Channel 4 agreed with Ofcom that Jade's behaviour was disgraceful, but saw fit to broadcast it anyway!
Jade's less-than-classy parentage was well documented too. Not a stone unturned.
Predictably, that's all changed now that Goody is ringing death's doorbell. Even her name has changed. She's no longer Jade Goody, goofball extraordinaire. Now she's just 'Jade', everyone's best friend. She's even buried the hatchet with Shetty. Altogether, now - aaaaaaw!
The whole sorry tale makes me roll my eyes. Of course the cancer is a great personal tragedy for Jade Goody and her loved ones, but let's not pretend that anyone else really gives a shit. Least of all a shower of journalists with conveniently short memories.
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