If only all Afrikans could espouse the same level of appreciation for Ms. Hill as that which I espouse.
With all due respect, those of you who are discussing Ms. Hill's humanness have missed the point. Those of you who looked at her bone-straight mushroom wig and immediately read on the surface level (what? she's not conscious anymore? is she abusing alcohol/drugs? etc.) missed the point.
I completely feel where the Sista is coming from, because I feel like I am there and have been there my whole life. It's like a person cannot express themselves in any way (especially physically) without having someone else or everyone else come along and try to (emtily) scrutinize, replicate, imposterize, commercialize, hijack and co-opt their personal style. It's like the Sista cannot freely come into who she is without others following and invading her being or trying to pigeonhole her essence. Hence, her reclusion, her demanding distance, her dictating how she is presented (makeup, hair, etc.) and her snatching the rug out from under the pop culture mut as soon as it began snapping at her heels.
Go 'head, L Boogie.