By Kelly Fisher
Staff Writer, The Chosen One

Do you ever wonder what happens to pop/metal/anarchist/assless spandex wearing icons a decade after they’ve hit their peak? Well I do, at least from time to time. So imagine my surprise when perusing the interwebs not long ago, finding this.

Image from facebook.com

Apparently Marilyn Manson is now filling his time by painting watercolor portraits of LOST characters and posting them to his Facebook. You can take a minute if you need it to let that sink in. I did. There are several things I found horribly wrong with this…

A: Manson has a Facebook. A Facebook that he actually updates with his watercolor paintings. Watercolor is sooo not hardcore. Manson should be molding things with rough clay or at the very least painting with thick dark oil paints or something; right?

B: Manson is obsessed with LOST. Not only is he obsessed with crappy television, he insists on updating the aforementioned facebook with quippy little bits about his television adventures with bandmate Twiggy Ramirez.

C: Manson used to be an icon for all of the dispossessed. Angst-filled teenagers the world over would have enjoyed nothing more than to see his pasty bare ass on stage, because dammit he understood them. What kind of role model is he now, huh? I bet he’s all “oh art is therapeutic” and “I no longer feel the need to write anger-driven songs, because now I have the sweet caress of television.”

Now, I will be the first to admit I am not a LOST fan. I watched one episode and didn’t really feel the need to glue myself to a couch once a week in hopes of finding out what demonic forces are keeping a group of strangers on an island. Well, apparently I was wrong. I can’t go anywhere in life without hearing something about LOST. Seeing a LOST-themed t-shirt or hearing one of my less favorite friends talk about an episode at this point just makes me want to go into a rage of Incredible Hulk proportions.

That being said, I never imagined such a fate for Manson. I was never a huuuge fan per se; however, I was one of those kids who wore a Coal Chamber shirt at least once a week to high school. Manson kind of embodied a lot of that brooding sub-culture for me at that time. And to see that he is now spending his time in such a way kind of makes me yearn for a better time, a simpler time, a time with less watercolor and more black eyeliner.