When I saw the headline O.J. Simpson museum turns morbid merchandise into art today, my first thought was I could guarantee no exhibit in that ‘pop-up’ museum could be as morbid as a souvenir tucked away in a closet in my house. It came my way as a gift that would have been way too awkward to refuse. So it’s been out of sight and mostly out of mind ever since.
I dug it out not long ago when I read about plans for the Simpson quickie museum with the idea of taking a picture and posting it on this blog. I just couldn’t do it, though, and stowed it back away.
“The museum includes hundreds of weird, quirky and at times, disturbing paraphernalia designed to make visitors think about just how far people went to monetize the worldwide fascination with the case,” the article pointed out. The museum “is trying to show just how low society sank in its fascination with O.J. Simpson’s murder trial — and the writing’s on the wall.”
It certainly shows how poor taste can disguise itself as humor and become normalized and accepted by society.