It's Snarky Friday! (Volume II)

Leif...Leif...Lief. From Pop Candy to Prison Bitch, all in one lifetime.

I've never been a big Leif Garrett fan. Okay, I've never been a Leif Garrett fan at all. I always thought he was a no-talent punk with sissy hair. He'd smile that "gosh, aren't I cute" smile, girls would faint, and there'd be no respect for us ordinary Toms. The girls were too busy looking at this idiot to even say hello to us. (No, I'm not jealous. But thanks for asking.)

There was a time many years ago that my little sister used to swoon over this guy. (That was way back before the taste for heroin, the countless VH1 cryfest specials, the male pattern baldness, and the bloody L.A. cop beatings, let me assure you.) I, being the big brother I was in the mid-70's, teased her endlessly over Mr. Garrett and his crappy song. Dance on this, jackass.



Ah, but fame is fleeting, and before long Alie had moved on to other teen pop sensations (Shaun Cassidy), and Lief was a has-been in the Gressel household.

But look at him today, some 30 years later. Not a pretty picture, is it? And they say that a TV camera will add 10 pounds....

Part of me wants to feel sorry for the guy - he's obviously got issues - but the rest of me thinks he got what he asked for. Hopefully he'll clean up his act once and for all, and we can all go back to forgettng who he is, and Tiger Beat will find some new pipsqueak for pre-teens to drool over.

'Cause if there is still interest out there somewhere in this wasteoid, then the world is really messed up.