Strength First, Beauty Second

December 28, 2016, Prescott-

Just a few thoughts about the near-simultaneous passings of George Michael and mother & daughter, Debbie Reynolds and Carrie Fisher:  While I am among the first to notice a lovely woman, my interest in people, regardless of gender, age or body type, very quickly heads towards their story.  What moves someone?  What has he or she endured?  Where have they been in life?  In what is he or she interested? What has she or he achieved?  What are their goals and dreams?

We seem to have entered a Black Hole, of sorts, in which a sitting president and his family can be characterized as a bunch of sub-humans, by a public figure who is connected to the President-elect.  It is presumed, but by no means verified, that said President-elect privately upbraided said friend. A few days later, a celebrity responded to the news of another celebrity’s passing, by wistfully commenting on how beautiful he thought she was, when both were younger.  That’s all well and good, but judging a book by its cover tells one nothing.  The fact is, Carrie Fisher’s story, which she later chronicled, herself, is one for the ages. George Michael’s story, as physically appealing as he was, to many women and gay men,is both inspirational, and a cautionary tale, for anyone.  Ogling is now, thankfully, considered bad form.  My advice:  Notice, make a mental note, and either get to know the person or leave her/him alone.

Those are my brief thoughts about one way that we can all get along for the better.  May all who passed, in this most jarring year, rest in eternal peace.

2 thoughts on “Strength First, Beauty Second

  1. I’ve been discombobulated by some comments on Debbie Reynolds’ alcohol use. -Like, somehow her death age 84, one day after her daughter’s is to be blamed entirely on too much alcohol. Here is an 84 year old woman who I felt looked younger or as young as her 60 year old daughter. Because she was expected to maintain that. We expect women to age agelessly. I recall the hoopla when Carrie Fisher returned for the Star Wars thing. She was pooh poohed because she’d had the gall to change her weight since we worshiped her as Princess Leia. We judge those in the spotlight because they react to the damage of trying to meet our expectations. It blows my mind.
    Good thing I’m not famous. I couldn’t do it.

    • Even those of us who aren’t famous have to put up with BS, as you well know. I couldn’t even tell people here that I was going to California, for a few days, without someone popping off about what she thought my length of stay in a given place ought to be. Those who take care of themselves, and not act as buttinskys, are bound to be the happiest among us.

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