So Jade Goody is no more. Her funeral took place yesterday, but apart from her immediate family, especially her two sons, she will not be missed.
I would have liked to have met Jade. OK, she came over as a thick, fat slob of a person, but she was a WYSIWYG*.
But, firstly, I don’t think she was thick. She was certainly uneducated and ignorant. That was not her fault. It was the fault of the circumstances of her childhood and her education.
It struck me that all Jade wanted was to be loved. She finally achieved this when she was chosen as a competitor in Big Brother. She became an overnight celebrity, and loved every second of it. She had arrived. And she capitalised on it, but then blew it with her appearance in Celebrity Big Brother. She didn’t even realise what she was doing to her “career”. When she saw the footage after she emerged from the Big Brother house, she was shocked, ashamed.
She was not a racist. But, she let her mouth do the talking with little or no intervention from her brain. In effect, she was acting like the big kid that she still was.
She made great efforts to make amends, and succeeded. She entered the Indian version of Big Brother. And it was there that she learned that she had cancer. She was open about it, because that was the only way she knew how.
This is where her canniness came out. When she realised that she might not survive the illness, she made plans to ensure that her two beloved boys would be well looked after. She sold her story, her life, to the media. And she made a fortune.
Most people, when they find that they are likely to die, do not broadcast it, and certainly would not advertise it. But Jade was an in your face sort of person. Take it or leave it.
Many people, especially young women, took it. The number of cervical cancer tests increased as a direct result of the publicity surrounding Jabde’s illness.
Theoretically, many lives will be saved because of Jade Goody.
There are many people with a worse epitaph.
*WYSIWYG = What You See Is What You Get