R.I.P. Robin Williams

The death of a celebrity doesn’t usually affect me, but the death of Robin Williams did. It did for two reasons. One, he killed himself. Suicide is always shocking, but it’s especially shocking to strangers who assume he had it all. Two, I grew up on Robin Williams. He helped shape my life even though we never met. From Mork & Mindy, Good Morning Vietnam, Dead Poet’s Society, Hook, Aladdin, Mrs. Doubtfire, The Birdcage, and Good Will Hunting to What Dreams My Come, Patch Adams, One Hour Photo, Death to Smoochy, and Night at the Museum, his roles are peppered throughout my life, and they influenced me. His films are largely responsible for my career choice, my zest for learning, my sense of humor, and even my hopes for the afterlife. I hope he is now at peace. I also hope he has found the joy that he gave to so many of us.

Kareem Abdul-Jabbar: Welcome to the Finger-Wagging Olympics

thedanomalley:

Well said, Kareem.

Originally posted on TIME:

Moral outrage is exhausting. And dangerous. The whole country has gotten a severe case of carpal tunnel syndrome from the newest popular sport of Extreme Finger Wagging. Not to mention the neck strain from Olympic tryouts for Morally Superior Head Shaking. All over the latest in a long line of rich white celebrities to come out of the racist closet. (Was it only a couple days ago that Cliven Bundy said blacks would be better off picking cotton as slaves? And only last June Paula Deen admitted using the “N” word?)

Yes, I’m angry, too, but not just about the sins of Donald Sterling. I’ve got a list. But let’s start with Sterling. I used to work for him, back in 2000 when I coached for the Clippers for three months. He was congenial, even inviting me to his daughter’s wedding. Nothing happened or was said to indicate he suffered…

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