I Keep Waiting for Carrie Fisher to Comment on Her Own Death

It is still early days, and I’m sure lots more information will surface about what went on in that airplane, but I keep imagining the whole scene from Carrie’s point of view.  All that CPR and EMT stuff.  I kind of hope she could see (hear, feel, smell, taste) the whole mess.  And I know she would say “Crap!” to finally getting some movie and writing work going again and then THIS!

But then, as it has been for so many, Death is a terrific career move for her and even for her mother – the naive, ultra cutesy Debbie Reynolds.  Don’t get me wrong, I liked and enjoyed these two but really–talk about the blind leading the lame.

Both women were un-parented  and both needed so much attention and love that the neon sign they should have had in their shared yard was LOVE ME!  The great thing about Carrie is that she realized all of this and her pithy and wry comments on her lonely situation are what pass for honesty in Hollywood — or anywhere for that matter.

I too was un-parented with a Mother who, if she only could sing and dance was very like Debbie Reynolds.  She  was, thankfully not a total, naive fool and was never taken advantage of financially by any men.  All three of Debbie’s “Husbands” were baby boys with lots of bad habits.  Debbie just hid in her work and expended a great deal of energy not even thinking about being self aware.

Bless her heart, Carrie the un-parented became the parent to her mother and even near his end to her very flawed father, Eddie Fisher.  She did all of this while trying to have relationships and a family of her own and fighting her drug and mental health demons.  But then, she didn’t have to; she could have worked quietly to find some internal peace.  She was a rampant exhibitionist and over sharer.  Many creative people are.

I’ve read some comments on the internet and question her sobriety because “Wasn’t she taking drugs for her bi-polar disorder?”  Well duh, of course she was.  Bi-polar people need to take their meds.  All drugs are not equal.  We would not question someone with a heart ailment for taking heart meds.  Many bi-polar people self medicate with street and other opiates as a way of self-medicating.  Alcoholics too.

Mental health advocate was another label Carrie Fisher carried around.  We desperately need people to stand up for mental health care.  Our mental health infrastructure is almost nonexistent in the United States.  We have so much to learn about the workings of the mind and can only do so with our own minds.

So farewell Carrie and Debbie.  Thanks for Singing in the Rain and Defending the Force for being “unsinkable” and  hilariously insightful.  You will live on in celluloid and print and your estates will profit from sales through the roof.  (Disney they say gets $50-million from a life insurance policy they had on Carrie even though they can probably CGI her into the next two Star Wars movies.)

Rest in Peace seems particularly apt.

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Train Wrecks for Attention

Recently I have been fascinated and repelled by on-going stories in the media revolving around two Hollywood stars – Mia Farrow and Gwyneth Paltrow. Both women really pushed my buttons, and aside from the overall general coveting of their wealth and fame, I was determined to think this reaction through.
As a former actress, I very much understand that people who need attention are drawn to this line of work. Not all performers are exhibitionists, but often they are people who need validation and adulation.

Mia Farrow is my generation – her gamine 60’s face of Rosemary’s Baby is an icon of the era. She is Hollywood royalty – the daughter of actress Maureen O’Sullivan, best known for playing Jane in the early Tarzan films, and John Farrow, a film director and professional Irishman. She grew up surrounded by famous people and their children, and entered show business, the family business, by default.

Ms. Paltrow is at least 25 years younger and the daughter of stage and film actress Blythe Danner and Producer Bruce Paltrow. Her earliest work was alongside her mother. She too
grew up knowing everyone in Hollywood and joining the family business. Blonde and fair, like Farrow, she has the distinction of having a Best Actress Oscar from nearly her first leading role in Shakespeare in Love in 1998.

Farrow has had the more flamboyant life; she’s been around longer and has had more opportunity. She famously married Frank Sinatra when he was in his 50s and she was 20. That marriage ended quickly when Farrow asserted that she intended to keep working. She then married British composer/conductor Andre Previn with whom she began her life-long acquisition of children. They had two (twins) and adopted others. She went on to her well-known, long- term semi-relationship with actor/director/writer Woody Allen. Alone and with Allen she gave birth to two more children and adopted more. The grand total of children is 15 with two already deceased. She is in the news in the last few years because of allegations of sexual abuse against Allen with one of their daughters and his famously marrying another of her adopted daughters.

Gwyneth’s life has been somewhat less scandalous. Although she had a number of high-profile suitors and fiancees such as Brad Pitt early in her career, she settled down with Cold Play frontman Chris Martin in 2002. They had two children, Apple and Moses, and recently announced their separation, nee Compassionate Un-Coupling.

Both actresses are outspoken and politically/socially involved. Mia Farrow’s adoptions have centered on children from developing countries with disabilities and she is passionate about raising awareness of neglected children throughout the world. Ms. Paltrow is more involved personally in her website Goop where she gives advice about being the perfect wife and mother.
So what is the thread that runs so through with these two women? Both are “hot messes” when it comes to seeking attention and engaging with the media to maintain high profiles – for their causes, their children, their friends and their lifestyles. I guess Paltrow is the new age version of Farrow – she attempts to white wash all her linen for the press. Farrow seems to be focused on airing all her dirty linen in public. Changing times?

VANITY FAIR magazine, that harbinger of the current pop culture zeitgeist, has profiled both women. Most recently, they attempted to write a piece that may or may not have been critical of Ms. Paltrow; she contacted all her powerful entertainment friends who lobbied the editor to cease and desist. He did.
What fascinates me and what is so polarizing about these women, I believe, is their need for more and more and more. More causes, more children, more books, more lovers, more friends, more influence and affluence, more mentions, trending, column inches, more notoriety. More awards, more advice, more money. More respect – more love.

There is a new psychological syndrome called Histrionic Personality Disorder (HPD). A newish personality disorder that is characterized by attention seeking, impulsive, unstable and manipulative behavior. Well, of course, some of us are guilty some of the time. But people whose life seems to be governed by this behavior may need to step back and learn to be more genuine and cooperative.

As you grow and learn, hopefully, you realize that you can’t ALWAYS be the star of your own or anyone else’s show. Indeed, older women are often marginalized because the bloom is off the rose. Both Mia Farrow and Gwyneth Paltrow are beautiful women at whatever age, whose life achievements and blessings are to be envied. Enough! Sit down and shut up already. You damn near have had it all. Stop rubbing it in and asking for more. Learn to listen to yourself, to love yourself and calm yourself and just Be Yourself.

Be grateful please.

WE SHOULD HAVE SEEN IT COMING — Women and the Election of Donald Trump

Donald Trump’s election to President of the United States has many demographic lessons that we need to learn.  But I think many, seemingly liberated women were blindsided by the number of their “sisters” who publicly criticized Trump but knew they would and DID  vote for him.

Women who read Romance novels and the most popular recently – 50 Shades of Gray and The Twilight Series  – BDSM and Vampires – are probably not wanting equality.  Those minimally educated (a Bachelor’s in something but I can’t remember exactly what, or a lot less), sweet, white girls 20’s – 30’s and their Moms who have made scrapbooking a zillion dollar faux creative industry are not about to accept the responsibility for freedom of choice.

They would rather let Daddy or Hubby tell them about those nasty political things.   And worry not, if I need an abortion, I’m sure I can get a quiet D & C from my family Dr.  No need for public programs here.  Besides I love babies and a few more will be fun.

The air heads won this election.  Air head women seem to always win with cleavage and giggles and short cheerleader skirts.  Some really savy women – like the foxes on FOX — manage to use all their assets, brains and subservience to get ahead.

I was raised without a father or even a father figure.  My dad died when I was 5.  I bemoaned this fact and whined about it in therapy for many years.  I thought that if I had had a big strong father who protected me, I would have been free to accomplish everything.  But really what happened was I did not learn to defer to a male authority figure.  Little did I know that never having that mythical safety net, I had learned to soar on my own.  Personal responsibility  equals personal freedom.

Poor Hillary Clinton, a work horse of a politician, a forgiving and loving wife and mother, a serious person who cares about the course of history.  All those girls from high school and college who said she was a nerd and a wonk got her but good!  How dare you not punish Bill for his infidelities!  How dare you call me deplorable (figured it out after looking it up).  Hillary wants to make everyone’s lives better – better health care- better work opportunities – better education – more money through less middle class taxes.  She has many specific ways she wants to do this.  She really is a dedicated public servant.

Trump is a blow-hard and not even a real politician.  He is a philanderer and denigrates women.  He is dishonest about his business dealings.  He’s a bully with major overtones of racism and sexism.  He wants to Make America Great Again.  No specifics.  He just does .  And this seems more real to the populace than all the policies of Clinton.  Pie-in-the-Sky grandiose beats practical and detailed every time.

Women didn’t get the vote in the United States until 1920.  We thought ice would have a female president after almost 100 years.  Guess we were wrong.  We underestimated our own power – AGAIN.  Really, we threw our power away.  AGAIN.

My heart breaks for lost opportunities.  When my daughter asked for a quote to tell her posse of girls she has known since middle school (They seem to think of me as always having something pithy to say.)  I said “Well, since I’m age 70, I guess I won’t mind dying so much if this is what I will miss.”

I still have hopes that I will see real change for women and see real women change.  Throw off the chains of patriarchy and join all humanity in equality and responsibility.  Democracy demands this of all women — of all persons.

The women of ancient Greece had it right. Aristophanes in Lysistrata had insight into the gender wars in 411 BC.  No grabbing of pussy or getting any pussy at all unless you treat us — all of us — with respect.  His play was a comedy; time to get real girls!!

 

 

BATHROOM FEAR

Why do some people care so much about who goes in what public bathroom?  What’s the matter with Americans?  How have we gotten gender, sex, nudity, and elimination so mixed up?  Do straight people really think they are so desirable that gay or transgendered people won’t be able to keep their hands off of them if they accidentally see a glimpse of thigh?  Or are they so curious about people with “other” identifications that close proximity will “infect” them.

I have to laugh at certain white men who always assume that all gay men are interested in them sexually.   Hello!  Are you really that hot?

I don’t pretend to completely understand transgendered identification, but I believe that it is personal.  I believe very strongly that one’s religion and sexual identification are no one’s business but your own.  None of us must put our beliefs on others.  I always thought this was the American way.  To Each His/Her Own.

So get out of my bathroom and my bedroom and – for the overly zealous gynoticians – my vagina.    And I promise, I won’t tell where you can put what and with whom for whatever reason.

And don’t go to North Carolina on vacation or business trips till they get rid of that horrible law.