Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Summer sweeps in and everything looks more hopeful. Maybe I will become a lady detective and travel to exotic places and sip tea out of a funny cup and feel a different breeze from under a different tree. I fantasize about being a female Hercule Poirot but realize it is not so terrible to settle as someone who only pretends to be Hercule Poirot. I admit it: I'm a fantasist, an optimist, a dreamer, a joke teller. This world is full of people. People I want to love and make happy. But many strangers are frightening and the truth is I just can't make everyone happy or magically give everyone peace and force them to get along. I revert into my own world where Fred Astaire, Gene Kelly and Louis Armstrong sing theme songs for me, where all around me are possibilities...imaginary friends amid the faces of real people I've never met. I paint the world rosy. I know how stupid I must sound. But if utter happiness and hope are found in the process of regaining my utter lunacy, then why fix a method that isn't broken? I put on clothes that make me happy, I act like a buffoon because it makes me happy, and I try to make other people happy, because it makes me happy.
It's easy to waste time saying the world is ugly. Terrible things happen, tragedy will always exist, but if I can just focus on making my day fun for myself and others, if I can throw caution to the wind in lieu of being ridiculous, of feeling giddy for no reason, perhaps I'm giving life a little meaning, if just for a moment. Even now I'm embarrassed by the overwhelming positivity of this post, but then, why throw a shadow? Why feel guilty? Things are okay, I feel okay. It's okay to foolishly embrace joy, to feel thankful for what we have. For the first time in longer than I care to admit, I feel okay about where and who I am, and slowly but surely I feel myself climbing closer to the mother of all wisdom: that I don't need anyone's approval but my own.
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Monday, March 4, 2013
I wish I lived in a world where it was COMMON to feel respected by men. I wish I lived in a world where this was the norm, this was the base accepted policy: that women were people with brains and feelings and they weren't interesting to men simply because they had sufficient sexual organs and attractive physical features perfect for using and discarding....like objects. This whole dating thing has left me a little disheartened. I hardly ever date and it becomes nearly impossible to trust new people when so many of them seem to want me as an object. It is terrifying to my mind, heart and soul that so many men see me as a skirt they can spend ten dollars on and screw. I am not a commodity. I am not a thing. I am a person.
All I know is, my heart is heavy and my brain is tired and I can't go on pretending I don't mind being objectified to my own face.
Saturday, March 2, 2013
Art by Cecila Sanchez
When I say Hepburn I refer to Audrey Hepburn first and Katharine second. Both of them are my imaginary best friends in their unique ways though truly Audrey was my first love. When I was younger I watched her movies over and over in an almost religious fashion. And over five years ago when I went through my first heartbreak over my first love I probably watched Breakfast at Tiffany's at least four times a week. Even if I was sometimes awoken by the party scene when Audrey yells "TIMBERRR!" as Mag Wildwood drunkenly falls to the floor with a resounding thunk, the melodies of Henry Mancini lulled me to sleep and comforted me. Something about Audrey Hepburn being graceful and beautiful and silly. Her simple glamour, her spirit. This legendary woman I never met who lived through WWII as a child and transported messages to the Allies and ate bread made of grass and studied ballet but became a movie star. She was famous but she seemed like a friend. A beautiful friend who picked me up and told me to walk out the door looking fabulous and somehow everything would be okay. Strange that a movie star, portraying a character in a movie, could somehow cheer me up the way people I knew in real life couldn't.
And today, when I didn't want to get out of bed, I put on Breakfast at Tiffany's again. The notes of Moon River, her back to the camera, her giant hair. Givenchy. One of the most beautiful dresses ever designed. This beautiful woman. This imperfect character, all alone, eating a Danish. And suddenly, again, I know everything's going to be all right. Somehow. It's a piece of art. A piece of fiction. It's Hollywood and it's "just" a movie...but something about it is my gospel, and I am forever thankful for the fantasies that get me out of bed each day. I'm going to go put on some make up and go to work. I hope whoever reads this is having a lovely day. I'm going to be okay, and so are you.
Thursday, November 15, 2012
But down to business....let's talk about crime movies I love/recently watched for the first/semi-first time.
SERPICO 1973 I confess I knew about this movie as a pop culture reference from Wes Anderson's Rushmore for over a decade before I finally watched it. I just kind of love 1970s movies sometimes. The clothes, the attitude. I feel like all movies in this era have a sort of hippie revolutionary feeling. No woman is ever in a bra. She's often working at a newspaper or law firm and very strong, and for the first time there are a lot more African American characters with legitimate speaking roles that are more central to the story. In Serpico, Al Pacino plays the only determinedly just cop on the NY police force, while he is also the least well-kept and most left wing. Al Pacino is wonderful. Go watch it.
THE CONVERSATION 1974 My mother and I watched this movie together when I was probably around ten years old. We used to go to the video store and just walk around until we found something. If she said a movie was really good, sometimes she'd need to talk me into it, but I usually trusted her. The music is perfect as is Gene Hackman's portrayal of a sound recording expert who fears his work may lead to murder.
THE TAKING OF PELHAM ONE TWO THREE 1974 The music at the beginning of this classic heist movie said everything I needed to know. CRIME JAZZ. What can be better than crime jazz? Yes, I will watch this. And yes I will enjoy it. Walter Matthau. Men in moustache driven disguises. Did I mention CRIME JAZZ? For people my age, this movie is Speed.....but way better. And CRIME JAZZ. Sorry, I'll stop saying it.
I could also talk about Dog Day Afternoon and Goodfellas and The Godfather and then talk about film noir and the fact that I've only seen one or two James Cagney movies despite my unyielding adoration for that man but I feel I've rambled enough for now. Perhaps I shall post again and perhaps it won't take seven months next time....
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Jane Austen is timeless because her stories are about women struggling with friendships, family, and of course, men. Every year somewhere some woman writes an article on Jane Austen for some lady mag like Vanity Fair or Cosmo and every year it's true: Jane Austen understands us. She tells it like it is. No we're not all still obsessed with marriage and we live in a different world in terms of law and career and we don't need men to SURVIVE. But most of us still like to dream about romance...to dream about someone who will be a gentleman. Also she simply writes about real people that we all know. The fact that these novels were written two hundred years ago is so beautiful to me. So much has changed in terms of technology and the way we court each other and live our lives. However, the human being is much the same, and the way we feel and interact person-to-person remains unaltered.
Friday, February 10, 2012
A couple of months ago, I was contacted by Jackie Clark, who does outreach for the Mesothelioma Cancer Alliance. She asked if she could write a guest post on the topic of women faced with cancer. I've clearly been lazy about this blog, but this seemed like a really good reason to post again. I hope her article inspires whoever stops by, and that you check out Jackie's other articles. Thanks, Jackie!
How Vintage Fashion can be a Source of Comfort and Strength
By Jackie Clark
A cancer diagnosis can be a horrible jolt to a once-peaceful life. It is important for a woman to do things to stay positive at this time. A strong focus on recovery can help you through strenuous treatment, and you may want to indulge special interests at this time.
Vintage fashion can offer not only exquisite outfits to wear, but also serve as a source of comfort. A favorite silk-lined wrap, for example, may bring fond memories of your mother. These comforting thoughts can help ease the stress, particularly in more severe cancer cases such as mesothelioma from asbestos exposure.
Treatments can drain every ounce of energy from you. At this time, you need to rest to regain strength for the next round of treatment. Different sites online can help you indulge your vintage fashion fantasies as you review styles, possibly for purchase. You may find, for example, original Coco Chanel coats for sale through an online vendor. You may then want to search for matching shoes and a purse. You can do all of this from the comfort of home without even leaving your bed. This may do wonders for your spirit as the images take your mind off your condition.
If you love this type of fashion, then the pieces you wear remain a constant expression of yourself that won’t change, even as your body and health may experience radical upheaval from the treatment. In the spirit of fashion, you can try different things to enhance your look as you make the side effect of hair loss work for you. This is your chance to go blonde if you are a brunette, for example. In doing so, you keep fighting to maintain your positive mental outlook to help you get through tough treatment.
These elements of fashion can take you back to a time that was simpler, or remind you of relatives long gone. You may have inherited pencil skirts from your mom or grandmother that remain stylish today. If one of them lost a battle with cancer, you may want to wear their heirloom clothing to show that the fight continues. Their struggles also may remind you how far we have come with medical advances in cancer treatment.
Vintage fashion can serve many purposes beyond making a visual statement. These pieces can keep you tied to those you loved in your life, and remind you to treasure every moment. Vintage quality and style can give you a source of comfort as it offers you something familiar to cling to when surrounded by new and unfamiliar settings. The clothing can give you the confidence to feel beautiful and appreciate every day for its special gifts of life.