I found this gem while looking through the excellent Fragments while at Barnes and Nobles today. The picture of Marilyn on that cover is arresting, but her mind seems to be as beautiful as she was.
I have a huge girl crush on Tina Fey.
In November she was awarded the Mark Twain Award for American Humor.
The Mark Twain Prize recognizes people who have had an impact on American society in ways similar to the distinguished 19th century novelist and essayist best known as Mark Twain. As a social commentator, satirist and creator of characters, Samuel Clemens was a fearless observer of society, who startled many while delighting and informing many more with his uncompromising perspective of social injustice and personal folly. He revealed the great truth of humor when he said “against the assault of laughter nothing can stand.”
That is a whopping commendation if ever I heard one. Tina Fey stands in great company: Richard Pryor, Billy Crystal, Steve Martin, Bob Newhart, George Carlin, Bill Cosby… Oh, and Lily Tomlin and Whoopi Goldberg. In the prize’s 13-year history, Fey is only the third woman to receive it.
I was wondering what to write for tonight, and then I found this after a lot of pointless web-surfing. Hitting gold, I think, because the past fifteen minutes I’ve been sprawled here on my futon, transfixed by the sound of this woman’s voice. Here’s Sylvia Plath’s rendition of her poem Lady Lazarus.
This is the poem on its own so that you can read it with her and be in awe of her tremendous vocal, dramatic potential:
The first time I saw her was in Parineeta; even when I was fifteen she irritated me. Yet I thought that she was soft and pretty and could do much better in another role. I grew to watch her in other capacities — like in Guru, which I was forced to watch because a family friend wanted to see it — but I was never satisfied with her as an actress. She’s a beautiful woman and she’s got one of the most expressive faces I’ve ever seen. I wanted her to can her annoying mannerisms (the ding-a-linging … there’s no other way for me to describe how I feel when I see her, she reminds me of a very proper-mannered bobble head doll) and accept something menacing. She’s got a good facade and I love people who remember never to follow through on their facades. In Ishqiya, she seems to more than fulfill her promise. By the time you managed to get past her alluring smile, solid body and breathtaking curves, she’s planted a gun to your skull and now you’re screaming for your mother, darn it.
She stole the show for me. She was equal parts sweet and fuck- I’m-crazy. In Ishqiya wore very simple, colorful clothes. They cling to her body so well. (And why shouldn’t they? I’d cling to her if I could.)
If you view the movie with her as its center, it suddenly becomes a very compelling story of a woman who waited her turn and then got everything she wanted. I recommend the movie, and I recommend her in it. But don’t watch Vidya Balan movies trying to find this version of her again. It won’t happen. She’s not looking for an “image change”.
It’s too bad. I’ve never seen anything sexier than her “chutiyam sulfates.”
It’s recently come to my attention that some people still do not get the appeal of Lady Gaga, or what she might mean to others. I mentioned — in my previous post — that she makes me “feel alive”. And she does. The Thinking Housewife dismisses my adoration of Lady Gaga by calling me “half-alive”.
But let me tell you, I am far from being “half-alive”. I have probably seen more life in my twenty-something years of life than most others who are nearly double my age. And let’s not forget: art is relative to the person. While one person may prefer classical music, another may prefer rock. That’s not to say that one is better than the other, because although they are distinctly different genres, they both speak to the listener.
I love Lady Gaga. I freely admit it, and everyone who knows me knows how big of a fan of Mother Monster I am. Over the past year and a half, she has rocketed to super stardom from what seems like out of nowhere. She now has the most fans on Facebook ever for a living person, and nearly every single she releases becomes a #1 hit. Her fans (myself included) are known as her “Little Monsters”. But why is this, exactly? Let me take the opportunity to explain to you, from my personal viewpoint, why so many people adore her.
What first got me interested in Lady Gaga was her music. I remember first hearing “Just Dance” when I was just moved into my first apartment with JR and thinking, “Damn, this song is hot!”
By the time JR and I got DirecTV installed, I saw her video for “Poker Face”. That was even hotter. I couldn’t stop singing her songs in my head and dancing to them whenever they came onto the radio. Then LoveGame … then Paparazzi … then Bad Romance. Every new song was bigger and better than the last. And you couldn’t help but take notice of Lady Gaga because of her sense of style. It’s true: her fashion is a little out there. Most people don’t understand it. But you need to look at her style of dress more from the perspective of art rather than functionality.
[…] my favorite Rachel Maddow story involves my daughter and her first Barbie Doll.
Rachel came to my daughter’s third birthday party, and presented my daughter with a blonde haired Barbie with it’s hair cropped short and dressed in a Ken Doll Tuxedo.
Rachel referred to her as “Barbie in comfortable shoes”.
My daughter loved that Barbie doll, and the graduates at Smith College loved Rachel Maddow on Sunday.
– Scott Coen
You all should give Maddow’s speech a watch, here. I loved the analogy to Carrie Nation’s stupidity — it was such an apt message, all of it, and there’s nothing about this woman that I do not absolutely love.