I am so sad that Michael Jackson is dead! Late last night, some friends and I walked to campus and held a candlelight vigil listening to "Together Again."

As I woke up early this morning in the bed of a man I like to call Betsy Ross, Good Morning America rehashed the many skeletons littering MJ's closet. Indeed, in the words of one Facebook status on my newsfeed, he "was dead a long time ago." CBS could not help but replay Diane Sawyer's 1995 interview with Michael Jackson and Lisa Marie Presley (who conveniently married in the heyday of Michael's legal troubles) discussing his alleged pedophilic debauchery with pubescent boys.

I think it is disgusting the extent to which Michael Jackson was stigmatized after these allegations hit the press. So let's just set the record straight: if I were twelve and Michael Jackson built me Neverland, I would totally consent to his sexual advances.