the good girl and the baddasssss

the good girlthe baddass

i feel like i've had split personalities for the last week. one minute i'm my sweet jovial self, and then the next i'm kicking ass and taking names, not to mention no shit from anyone. being assertive feels really good to me at first, then it just feels like i was being a complete bee-otch. why is that?

i'm reading
  • scars and sweet paradise: the life and times of janis joplin
    • by alice echols. i always thought of janis as this badass. she had this amazing talent, did what (and who) she wanted, and lived this amazing (though far too brief)life. the introduction contains a passage so sad that it made me cry

    " not long after janis died, a little-known rock journalist published an especially spiteful article about her. it was the night of her new york city debut and she had leveled the place, bewitching the city's notoriously hard-boiled critics. after the show, the guys in the band went out with some pretty young girls, and janis, left alone, wandered off to a bar. it should have been a triumphant evening for her, but when the writer spotted janis she was sitting by herself in a lower east side dive. he joined her at the bar, but before long, he began to find her "tiresome." Oblivious to him, janis talked on and on about herself, her career, and her band. it must have made him furious, because, as he sat there, he fantasized shutting her up with the ultimate put-down: "you forget you have acne." this is what her detractors couldn't forgive her: here she was, an acne- scarred, frizzy-haired woman who refused to cede center stage to the guys or the pretty girls."

    the fact that the asshole journalist was so jealous of her talent and refusal to keep it hidden isn't what is is sad about this for me, it's the fact that she was so alone. maybe she was annoying, but i'm sure that didn't stop people from kissing her ass after she died and became a legend (she would have been one, regardless). i am in no way comparing myself to janis, i just think it's interesting someone's public persona can be so very different from the person themself.

    Comments

    Post a Comment

    Popular posts from this blog

    Self- Dstruction

    Image
    Cinequest Film Festival is taking over Downtown San Jose as we speak, and last night I went to the California Theatre to check out Tenacious DTour , a documentary that followed the D on their world tour in support of The Pick of Destiny . A funny thing happened when my friend and I went to pick out seats. We ended up sitting right next to Kyle Gass and his girlfriend. for those of you who aren't familiar with who he is, he's the other guy in the band who's not Jack Black. We had our momentary silent freak out when we realized it was him, at which point I quietly leaned over and told him he was awesome. He quietly thanked me, and normalcy was restored until a few kids came over asking for autographs. He obliged but soon realized the mini pencil he was given to sign with wasn't going to work. Thanks to my new Andy Warhol Happy Bug Day tote bag, complete with handy organizational top compartment, i had easy access to my pen. I handed it over with great joy, and he was abl
    Read more

    awaiting the arrival of the great pumpkin

    happy halloween everyone! tonight is the night that all of the little ones have been waiting for all year. i remember being going trick or treating as a kid and the smell of mixed candies and pillowcases, the stomach ache you'd get from consuming 1/2 your bagworth an hour after you'd get home, and protecting what was left of your stash from the hungry hands of those around you. I used to hide a lot of my candy, and then forget about it and find it a year later, gooey and stuck to a notebook in the back of my closet. Now that i am older, however, my halloween usually takes place at a party the weekend before the big day. This year, i once again ventured to Pasadena to celebrate with my friends Liz and Melanie. here is a short re-cap of the trip highlights - to combat my discomfort when flying, i had a few drinks, became very relaxed and accidently left my id on the plane. i needed a new one anyway. the picture on my old one was from, like, 8 years ago. -i re-aquainted myself wit
    Read more