Today’s ‘No Shit, Sherlock’ piece comes courtesy of Marie Osmond, who’s insane enough to think that it’s necessary for her to make a public statement in support of gay marriage. Donnie and Marie are the original camp king and queen, whose brand of brother/sister fun just screams “WE LOVE YOU, HOMOSEXUALS!” despite their weird Mormon upbringing and Marie’s penchant for donating to Republican campaigns in the past, but okay, don’t let me rain on your parade, girl.
From ABC World News with Diane Sawyer:
“The God that I believe in is a god of love, not fear,” Osmond explained to Sawyer.
She went on to say: “I believe in [my daughter's] civil rights, as a mother. I think that my daughter deserves everything that she desires in life.
“She’s a good girl. She’s a wonderful child. I don’t think God made one color flower. I think He made many.”
First of all, I didn’t even realise that Marie had an openly gay daughter (named Jessica, a quick Google search tells me). Second of all, good for you, Marie Osmond, because not only are you standing up for your lesbian daughter, you’re standing up for pretty much EVERY SINGLE FAN YOU HAVE, since I think they’re pretty overwhelmingly waving the rainbow flag (come on, Donnie and Marie fans, speak up in the comments!).
April 1, 2013 at 2:30 pm by Jennifer
My Lord, what a day. I woke up this morning, checked my Twitter feed, and immediately started freaking the fuck out, because my little sister is currently on a research vessel off the coast of Chile. I called my mom, who’d received an email from her early in the morning saying she was okay, and so then I promptly started freaking out about tsunamis from the earthquake. I twittered about it, and, thank goodness, I had quite a few readers quickly reach out to tell me that the open sea is probably the safest place for her to be right now. I guess ships at sea barely even feel tsunamis — they’re not a problem until they hit the shore. I was incredibly relieved, but my thoughts and prayers are with those impacted in Chile and the surrounding areas. I can’t imagine waking up to this news and not having heard from my loved one in the area, and I know that’s the position other families are in today. And for godsake, people of Hawaii: DO NOT TRY TO SURF THIS. (I know someone will anyway.)
Yet another reason to count my blessings: Marie Osmond’s son, Michael Blosil, jumped from his downtown Los Angeles apartment to his death Friday night. He left behind a note, indicating that his lifelong battle with depression led him to feel he had no friends and would never fit in. This absolutely broke my heart. Any suicide breaks my heart, and it feels like we’ve had so many high-profile suicides lately.
I feel close to this story. I remember when Michael checked into rehab in 2007, and I remember being so impressed with the way Marie handled the situation. I wrote about it back then. “My son Michael is an amazing young man, shown through his courage in facing his issues,” she said. “As his mother, I couldn’t be more proud of him.” I was so very impressed with her grace in the situation, and the way she chose to demonstrate her love for her child. I was impressed with the way the family rallied around their son, how there was no shame or denial, just acknowledgment of his illness and support for his recovery. I’m devastated for her that this was the eventual outcome.
As someone who’s lived through it again and again since my teenage years, I now understand that overcoming depression is a day-by-day fight. I now understand that, when life feels hopeless and dark and cruel, when I feel I cannot and should not have to wake up every day and fight this thing, something sinister inside my mind is lying to me. I understand that I need to reach out to loved ones and allow myself to be cared for and to fight tooth and nail to keep my head above water. It’s still sometimes a brutal fight, and it’s one that I was not in any way prepared for as a teenager, not with all the therapy in the world. I realize today that it is solely by the grace of God that I’m still around, and I feel nothing but sadness for those who lose the battle with such an insidious illness. I wish the Osmonds and Blosils strength and serenity as they navigate this loss.
February 27, 2010 at 2:51 pm by Evil Beet
Marie’s 16-year-old son, Michael, is in rehab. The devout Mormon released the following statement:
“My son Michael is an amazing young man, shown through his courage in facing his issues. As his mother, I couldn’t be more proud of him. The press and public has always been kind and gracious in the past and I know they will continue to respect our privacy during this time.”
You know what?
I think this is awesome. I love that Marie’s not just burying her head in the sand and hoping her son’s problems will miraculously go away; she’s recognizing them, she’s talking about them, and she’s helping her son get better.
Way to go, Marie!
November 14, 2007 at 5:21 pm by Evil Beet
Marie Osmond gives us her theory of why she passed the fuck out on live TV yesterday.
“Right at the beginningâ€¦ I started getting light-headed. And the only thing I could think of [is] I have allergies, there’s almost half a million people being evacuated, the air quality is terrible — and I just couldn’t get my breath.”
I still think she was crash-dieting.
October 23, 2007 at 1:07 pm by Evil Beet
Everyone’s running this video, but can we talk about the why?
I mean, did you notice that no one on set seemed particularly surprised when she passed out? Does this happen often? Does she have a medical condition?
- Dress too tight
- Eating disorder (or recent crash dieting)
Let’s brainstorm, people!!! This is where gossip gets FUN!!!