I was in bed, half-awake, on Sunday morning when I found out that Cory Monteith, one of the lead actors on “Glee,” had died suddenly of an apparent drug overdose the day before. Monteith was never a celebrity that I would have expected to die at 31. Even though I knew he had struggled with drug addiction and done several stints in rehab, he didn’t have that reputation for reckless living like Lindsay Lohan or Justin Bieber do.
Julie had the presence of mind to throw up a quick post on The Frisky. But my thoughts were firmly fixated on the actor’s family and friends and his girlfriend, “Glee” co-star Lea Michele. I kept thinking about Michele, who was apparently vacationing in Mexico when her boyfriend died in a hotel room in Vancouver, getting that phone call telling her Monteith had died.
I forgot about how I personally find Lea Michele really annoying and have never, ever wanted to see a movie she is in or read a magazine interview with her. But in that moment, I felt for her. I really felt for her. Because I have been waiting for that same phone call my entire life. Keep reading »