because, first, there was prince harry’s photobomb…
it’s slowly dawning that i’m maybe going to spend my adult writing career writing around hillary rodham clinton. (as opposed to my juvenile writing career which was all about horrible poetry and civil war novels.)
by this i mean writing about a trilogy of female lives that i see as being deeply embedded in the issues HRC raised for me as a teenaged girl. so HRC is there without my actually writing about her. because i don’t want to write about her. because, this many years removed from the 1990s, hillary hurts.
so, because every summer my celebrity boyfriends have to go and dork out on yachts, this happened:
someone posted something saying it was 15 years since jfk jr and carolyn bessette and lauren bessette died. which, firstly, made me wonder WHERE HAVE THE LAST 15 YEARS GONE?!?!! WHAT HAVE I BEEN DOING WITH MY LIFE?!?!?! (um… college, graduate school, work, and a phd, so not too shabby all in all…) and, secondly, sent me down a wormhole of google images, a time-suck i’m trying to justify by turning it into this post. still… 15 years. it all looks so sex & the city, non?
riddle me this… in gone with the wind: the novel, when scarlett o’hara goes to visit rhett in the yankee horse jail to prostitute herself in order to get the money to pay the taxes on tara (btw, READ THIS BOOK), mitchell writes of o’hara (or hamilton, as i guess she was then) that she was “smiling at him from tip-tilted eyes”:
which, well, WHAT?! Continue reading
i was recently talking to someone (and if this was you, forgive me… there’ve been so many conversations in the last two months, i can’t remember which one was with who!) about the generational problem of selling a book. for example, jackie’s onassis years are vividly remembered by people who were alive then though they’ve subsequently fallen out of the biographical record. there’s a parallel to be drawn here, between jackie’s greek past and angelina jolie’s marriage to billy bob thornton. in the sense that they are both something that was vividly experienced by the people who were alive and watching then, and yet also stories that will be entirely rewritten in retrospect.
jolie’s shift towards humanitarianism is now the key point, not the fact that she was once married to a man a wore a vial of his blood.
people born after 2000 may not even know that detail and it’s unlikely they’ll remember her for it. whilst for people of my generation, we remember. so, in the interest of NEVER FORGETing, let’s take a walk down nostalgia’s lane…