Billy Mays, the greatest pitchman since Ron Popeil, was found dead Saturday at his home in Tampa. Mays was 50, the same age as Michael Jackson, but I’ve got to say his death much more saddening.
Mays wasn’t a pop culture icon, though his beard was inspiring, but his death, likely of heart failure, was a lot less expected than the King of Pop’s.
Mays was best-known for promoting OxiClean, but I always imagined he would have been an amazing street preacher.
It is much easier to criticize and judge someone else than it is to be honest with one’s own misgivings
As a result, the gala became about him, and not an organization, as he himself said in his speech, that does “indispensable work to fight anti-Semitism and hate in all its forms,” and that “we need now more than ever.”
Let me love you, Iran, and I promise to bring the best of my Ashkenazi heritage to the table-minus the gefilte fish.
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