It was a year ago that I slowly became aware of the suicide of my favourite blogger, Theresa Duncan. A stranger from America was kind enough to track me down and tell me. Lisa had noticed I was a regular commenter on T's blog. Thanks again Lisa.
I was devastated. And massively confused. How was it that someone I had never met could impact upon me so?
But it's nothing new. Take the mass outpouring of grief when Elvis died, when John Lennon was shot, when Princess Diana was killed. You don't have to be in physical presence to be moved by someone expressing who they really are. The difference with Theresa was that she never became that famous.
Did that relate to the fact that she was a drop-dead gorgeous blond who was not ever afraid of speaking her sometimes intimidating razor sharp wit and intelligence? (Diana has a somewhat different role in history).
Yeah I'd reckon that's a definite possibility.
She should have been famous and by all accounts she wanted to be. At the very least, she sought to be heard. I could rave on for hours about that one, but suffice it to say: this woman had the kind of impact on me that only a handful of people ever had.
I thought she was brilliant and that's because she was. Funny and entirely confident about her sexuality,all of it, she was a true inspiration and continues to be a muse for me. I have adopted her as a personal goddess in the year since her decision, asking for guidance as I go. And guess what.
There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person. - Anais Nin
It's interesting that in young adulthood we adopt our own - individual - role models. If we are lucky, those luminarie's keep guiding us and reassuring, long after their deaths and long after the initial infatuation. Nin keeps speaking sense to me, 30 years later.
I'm never coming out of my bedroom again. Tell the children! No wait - I can send them a message from my
I can feel an obsession coming on...Perhaps a small fridge and a dumb waiter for the dirty dishes. I have an ensuite, so hygiene is covered.
I really have nothing to post, I just wanted to show off. But this video does follow up my last post quite well: TISM (This Is Serious Mum), late of Melbourne, being irreverent again. The jolly thing about TISM is that in the 20 odd years they've been playing, no public audience has ever seen their faces. Clever...
Shortly after my father died, I'm told that while entertaining a couple of friends I crawled into the kitchen on my hands and knees. When I asked if I'd been trying to be funny, my friend replied, 'No. You just wanted another bottle of wine, and that was they only way you were going to make it.
My attitude to drinking has been entirely formed by my parents. If your mother was essentially a humourless teetotaller and your father was a hilarious, some might say, alcoholic, who would you want to take after?" - Judith Lucy.
I'm reading The Lucy Family Alphabet by Judith Lucy: She is an Australian comedian.I've always loved her and she has the same hair as I do.
My favourite female author, Isabelle Allende, interviewed by my favourite Australian TV person, Andrew Denton.
I think that when I was around 5 I realised that my mother was a victim and I didn't want to be like her. My mother was a beautiful woman who was victimised by the society. My mother had no rights, no money, no power of any kind and the only way she could get attention was by being very sick. So she was sick all the time. And I wanted to be like my grandfather, I wanted to be in control. I think I was a feminist before the word was invented. By the time I came across feminist books by eh by American or European writers, I realised that there was [noise in background] an articulate way or a language to express all these feelings that I had had for years and years and so I became a raging feminist as a young woman". - Isabelle Allende.
Interesting how those we admire turn out to be, after all this time, quite like ourselves.