"If you come to fame not understanding who you are, it will define who you are."
16 minutes ago, well, actually, more like a year ago, not too many people had heard of Carrie Prejean, can we just go back a year and start all over!? Sigh! Why won't she just go away! SIGH AGAIN. You know, when she was asked about gay marriage at the Miss USA pageant, she gave the answer she as she actually feels... she spoke her mind. She didn't lie about her true feelings, so I have to give her props for that, but sometimes I wonder what she is willing to lie about. When you ask someone for their opinion, you have to be prepared for the answer they give you, good, bad or indifferent. But when you speak your mind, you also have to be prepared for how your words affect others. In both cases it is how you conduct yourself from that point forward to tells the real tale. Doesn't it?
I know it has been a rough road for Carrie, at least she feels it has. I know she has been subjected to a lot of ridicule and perhaps even some hatred, but to continually put yourself in circumstances which not only tend to bring it on, but indeed cause it yourself, then who do you actually have to blame? Ms. Prejean refers to herself as a Christian, conservative woman. If so, she has the ability to conduct herself in such a way that would set an example for other young, Christian, conservative women. To assert herself, without robbing others of their opinions or who they are as humans. But that's not what we have been seeing, we have been seeing is a sullen, rude, bitchy, self-centered young woman who can't seem to move on from playing the "victim."
The thing is, I don't think she knows what else to do. It seems to be Carrie v. The World. There is a big potential for growth here, but she doesn't seem to be allowing herself to do the one thing that will further her the most. That would be to learn her lessons and move forward. As Barbara Walters pointed out to her on The View yesterday, the best thing that could have happened to her... has. And from it she has a book out, which tells her side of the story as she sees it. It's her voice. It was an appropriate way to present her side of things, but every time she acts out as she did on Larry King Live last night, who can have the patience to listen to her, let alone read her book?
What's sad is that if you believe her when she says she is a Christian conservative, then you have to consider who her roll models in the last few years might have been. Michelle Malkin? A woman who once tried to connect Rachael Ray with terrorism. Anne Coulter? Another woman who uses rudeness as a charm affect, and who once said "I never saw wives enjoying their husbands deaths so much," when referring to 9/11 wives. It's sad really. Why does being a strong woman, have to mean you give up compassion? Why do these woman have to try so hard to be, well, BITCHES?
Carrie, GO AWAY. GO FIND YOURSELF. Don't try to be a cheap imitation of anyone. Go and gain some insight. When you understand your own actions and the consequences of them, give this FAME thing another go. See what people say then, but in the mean time, stop embarrassing yourself and blaming the world for your problems.
Ever since I brought my Dylan home, I have referred to him as my "YAM." He is orange, quiet, and at times... potato-like. Sweet Potato-Like. LOL. He is such a different cat then Hendrix. Oh don't get me wrong, both of them are little love bugs, but both are very independent, in very different ways. Hendrix is a little more self assured and outgoing. He knows almost NO FEAR! Dylan, when frightened, becomes almost paralysed. He is affectionate, but usually in a much quieter manner. Where Hendrix is a lot more demonstrative with affection, Dylan will stay by my side, and sometimes ask me to play or maybe just sit in the sun with him as a show of affection.
He had been through a lot before we me, and was the child of a little homeless cat who had been turned out into the world. She was removing her kittens from the their nest, similar to the way birds give their babies a nudge into the world, when it happened. See, she didn't understand the ways of the world, and was hit by a car before she could go back for Dylan. Knowing cats the way I do, I am sure she saw that he was insecure and frightened, so she was probably going to keep him with her a little longer as cats do sometimes. I am still so sorry that she passed away, clearly she was a good momma who loved her little orange **Sweet Potato** tabby. I hope wherever she is, she knows how much I love our boy!
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"Farmers only worry during growing season, but towns people worry all the time."
-Edgar Watson Howe
EMPS #63: DOWNTOWN. NOW CLOSED! Easy one this week! Grab your cameras and photograph the DOWNTOWN area of where you live! Big city, small hamlet... it's all good! But for this photo shoot I want to see brand new photos, so NO ARCHIVES this time around!
Extra Credit: Photograph your DOWNTOWN both during the day and at night!
**PLEASE READ** This Monday Photo Shoot assignment closes next Sunday evening at 9:00 PM ET. Please folks, that gives you nearly a whole week to do the assignment, post it to your blog, journal or website, and comeback here with a link (NO HYPERLINKS) which goes back to an entry specific to this week's assignment. Please be mindful of the date and time the assignment closes. I turn off the comment thread at 9:00 PM, after that, NO ADDITIONAL ENTRIES WILL BE ACCEPTED! Also, please be sure to link back here in your entry, so folks can find the assignment and play along!
The oldest thing in our little cottage, just happens to be Alan! LOL. He is 7 months older then I am, and therefore the oldest "thing" in our apartment. :) If we are talking about day to day possessions, I don't think I have anything that constitutes and actual antique...yet. I do have two portraits in a lovely Victorian style that hang over our bed, but alas, I don't have a photo of them, at least not on this computer. I bought them back in the mid 80's, when Victorian pieces were all the rage. I love them so much that I believe they are the one thing I would grab if the house were burning down around me. :)
Extra Credit: Yep, now that I think about it, the oldest of my personal possessions is a stuffed turtle named Timmy. My brother brought him back to me when he came home on leave from Vietnam. I think it was in 1966 or 67. I don't have a photo of Timmy, and I don't display him anymore. He is safely packed away in my storage room, keeping some of my other "old friends" (stuffed animals) company. :)