Peaches Geldof is in the news. Again. She died a short while ago, and her name was all over the World Wide Web, but the latest news is that she died of heroin overdose. At twenty-five, she was on methadone for two years already, but she returned to heroin close to the end of her life. Peaches Honeyblossom Geldof-Cohen, as her full name goes, was an English journalist, television presenter, and model. She was the second daughter of musician and Live Aid founder Bob Geldof, and the late television presenter Paula Yates. Her mother died from a heroin overdose when Peaches was eleven. She had two marriages and two sons between them. Six years ago, she married Max Drummey, an American musician from the band Chester French. She divorced him three years ago and married Thomas Cohen, the lead singer of the South East London band S.C.U.M., two years ago. And so forth, and so on. Although I have never heard of her, her parents, or her husbands, let alone of their music bands, I am having hard time controlling my anger about Peaches. Who the fuck cares about all of the above? Why is she in the news in the first place? What is wrong with this fucking species to pay any attention to the likes of her? But the last question that crosses my mind hits the nail on the head: who the fuck cares about the fate of a species that gives a flying fuck about anyone like Peaches?