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Originally posted by sparky
Well, glitter_fades, I seem to recall either reading an excerpt of this book, or maybe it was just the babawawa interview that sticks in my head...either way, there is some background info in my brain somewhere about all of this.
It is fascinating to understand why people do what they do. Frankly, I usually find the Why far more interesting than the What. I think I just hit celebrity victim overload a few years ago. While I see the angle that many famous people take in spilling thier guts - it will help someone else - it makes me highly suspicious when the tell all books dovetail with record releases, movie openings, and the like. There's something distasteful about
the tone of some of the things. I'm hardly offended, my reaction is more like amazement that people will do something so undignified...hooray for fixing the damage, but who does it really serve to share the horrific personal details with the world ? Always someone, I suppose. On the other hand, hearing about Stevie's drug and weight dramas didn't bother me. It didn't seem like she was doing it either for the publicity or the pity party. Or maybe I am talking out my ass and I just want to hear about tragedies from the people I like !
Either way, thanks for you Holy A.H.L. perspective !
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Oh yeah, I hear ya. I'm sick of the "everybody's a victim" and "lets air our dirty laundry" stuff, too. I'm also a little suspicious that her revelations about herself came through use of LSD therapy. Flashbacks, together with a little false memory syndrome? Perhaps??? On the other hand, too many things ring true. Her father did die of AIDS back when nobody knew much about it. He was known in the NYC gay community among the celebrity hangers on, and that's been corroborated by other celebrities who didn't know he was her father or that he had a family. He was a closeted queen with a secret gay life. I also believe nobody willingly admits to years of incest for the sake of selling books, movies, or records. Admitting incest still isn't chic the way owning up to years of drug abuse followed by a recovery stint at the Betty Ford Center is. I'm probably talking out of my ass, too, so it's time to put a sock in it...or maybe a platform Reebok is called for?