Now that we’ve had time to process Michael Jackson’s death, I’ve noticed that the image of him I see the most is from his Thriller years. I can’t help but think of Elvis Presley and how whenever we want to remember the King of Rock and Roll fondly, without snark or snideness, we remember his youthful years when he still seemed like a nice, polite Southern kid who would sing and make back-to-back movies. I understand the temptation to make Jackson seem eternally young (and at the very least, less ghoulish) but I find it interesting as he ascends to pop-cultural demi-godhood that we would like to remember Jackson as the very image he tried to scrub away with plastic surgery.