So darn sad.
Karen Carpenter's untimely death frustrates me because it was utterly avoidable.
Her mom kept her under her thumb, then her brother, then her record company.
On and on it went until Karen controlled the one thing within her control: food intake.
Ultimately, Karen's life mirrors some Greek tragedy involving an overbearing mother, an oppressive/fragile-ego'd brother, and coercive control.
The documentary is first class, sure, but so darn heartbreaking and infuriating.
If nothing else, watch it for the tunes!
