I figured I should post something about Wendy O. Williams, having jokingly written about Gone With The Wendy, a hypothetical novel (later movie) in which the singer drives an explosive-laden bus through a "Tara" made of televisions.
I remember reading her obituary, and being struck by the fact that she was a licensed wildlife rehabilitator. I immediately thought of Berke Breathed's Tess Turbo, and the cartoon in which the Joan Jett knockoff was wondering if anyone could possibly know that she was a (as the Wikiwakiwoo quotes) a shy, sensitive, withdrawn young woman who likes Smurf dolls, sad rainy days, and silly, romantic poetry. This consummate show/stuntwoman and artistic gadfly was obviously an extremely intelligent individual, and I am forced to wonder what additional accomplishments she could have had (especially since a bizarre contest for a Connecticut senate seat is taking place now), had she not tragically taken her life.
Who knew that a Metal Priestess could be so fragile?