Well! You could see it like this:
About 50 years ago there was a creative explosion, technology, communications and post war(s) optimism meant that lots of people made careers in music, theatre, television, arts that were consumed in ways that were not previously possible.
Many of those bemoaning 2016 are much of an age, my age-ish, and grew up with this new form of celebrity. It wasn't like it is now, social media, X Factor, TOWIE and newly minted celeb along every minute. Our 'heroes' were less accessible, we had to buy everything we knew about them, had to wait for new information, new songs, weekly pop charts were important, we bought annuals to catch up, celebrate the year gone by!
Most of our 'heroes' were only a few years older than us, many filled the age gap between us and our parents... and now they are starting to die!
2016 has seen the deaths of many household names that are my age or the age of my parents. There seem to be more of them because we 'know' them all, we have lived with them all our lives. They are close to our age, that of our parents... they make us see how fucking old we are, how soon our own lives will be over.
So yes, 2016 can fuck off! I do not want to be reminded that I have lived most of my life, that DH is a little older than I am. I don't want to know that from now on my childhood heroes will die and leave me with Justin Sodding Bieber and Joey Fucking Essex alikes in their place.
The music, theatre, television and art I have lived with for all of my life is ending. The art, creativity, relaxation, catharsis that moulded me is dying.
Take your judgement and shove it! I am perfectly entitled to grieve for the light and joy those people have brought into my life for as long as I have lived?
2016 has signalled the beginning of so many ends, exposed the mortality of so many celebrities who have, by dint of being about my age, always been there, seemingly immortal. Why shouldn't I 'hate the date'? Why shouldn't I mourn it?