Posts tagged ‘Carrie Fisher’
No, this post is not about fast food burgers. This post has been inspired by recent events in the media. Tiffany (remember her?) outed one of the New Kids on the Block. This was done inadvertently. I guess she didn’t know that he hadn’t officially come out of the closet, and there were some twitters back and forth, etc.
A few weeks before that Carrie Fisher made the news again with her comments about John Travolta in The Advocate, which for those of you that live in the mainstream and don’t know, is a gay publication. John Travolta and his wife Kelly Preston have recently made the news for having another baby, which Kelly delivered at the age of 48. He, like another Scientologist actor, has been dogged by rumors of homosexuality for decades. He’s spent a lot of money on lawyers to sue people who make the allegations.
Carrie Fisher and John Travolta were friends, but I doubt if they are now. Carrie Fisher said that everyone knows and no one cares. And I think Carrie’s right about that. Everyone knows, and no one cares. He could be bisexual or homosexual, and most people know this and like him anyway. Of course, only John knows for sure.
Now again, the latest speculation in the media that someone is gay is swarming around Troy Aikman, the sports commentator and former Dallas Cowboys quarterback. He and his wife are separating and getting a divorce after two daughters and eleven years.
I lived in Dallas for seven years when I was in my twenties, and I’ve “met” Troy Aikman. I met him at a book signing after he wrote a children’s book. My brother was a big Cowboys fan so I stood in line for hours to get Aikman’s signature for my brother. Judging from the lack of clothing on some of the women, not everyone had gotten the memo that Aikman was gay.
I’d heard the rumors. People would talk about having seen him walking around Turtle Creek. That was enough to get a rumor started, walking around a toney area of Dallas that’s known for an all gay male chorus. I think there may have been other factors as well. Aikman was also rumored to be a racist, and the black culture tends to look very negatively upon men with homosexual or bisexual tendencies. That’s where the term “on the down low” comes from. It could have been a simple matter of “office politics.”
Troy Aikman dated such beauties as Lorrie Morgan and Janine Turner. He could be straight. He’s never come out and denied the rumors. He just chooses not to acknowledge them, and that’s his prerogative.
I have to wonder why certain members of the gay community feel that it’s so important for everyone to come out of the closet and shout it to the rooftops. I get the concept of political activism, but you can still attend the Gay Pride Parade without being gay. They let straight people lend their support. Why is it a requirement to “out” as many celebrities as possible, even ones we no longer care about like some member of New Kids on the Block whose name I now forget?
Sex is a private matter. I don’t run around all day letting everyone know that I prefer to have sex with men, just in case there might be some confusion. Whether or not John Travolta is gay or bisexual, if he and Kelly Preston have some arrangement that works for them, then more power to them. If Aikman is gay or bisexual, I don’t care. His job is to be a sportscaster, not the poster boy for gay rights. It should be up to him whether or not he shares his sexual orientation.
Last week I finally got around to reading Carrie Fisher’s first official memoir, Wishful Drinking. I say first official because it’s a fact that her novels are mostly her life with the names changed to protect the guilty. Sounds suspiciously like my blog, huh? Wonder where I got the idea. Huge sections of Wishful Drinking use the same situations and clever turns of phrase that were present in her last novel, The Best Awful.
The Best Awful is the account of the aftermath of Carrie’s relationship with Bryan Lourd and her subsequent mental breakdown. Mr. Lourd, though he turned out to be gay and to have forgotten to mention that fact, cannot be blamed for her mental illness. Carrie is bipolar, an illness that is discussed, along with her alcoholism, at length in this book.
A lot of people my age and younger would recognize Carrie Fisher primarily for her role as Princess Leia in the Star Wars saga. These same people would not recognize that Carrie Fisher is the product of, as she calls it, “Hollywood inbreeding.” Fisher is the daughter of Debbie Reynolds (Singin’ in the Rain and Tammy) and Eddie Fisher (Butterfield 8, Mr. Elizabeth Taylor). Okay, maybe that’s not entirely fair to Mr. Fisher. He was also a very successful 50s era crooner.
Fisher’s book shows a look at the life of the child of a celebrity. What you can read into it that is not spelled out is just how lonely that childhood is. When you are the child of celebrities, the natural tables are turned, and instead of the focus being on the child, the focus, instead, is on the parents. This is not a book, however, that does the whiny poor, poor little rich girl turn.
She acknowledges that she has had advantages that other people have not. For instance, she was able to attend the Royal Dramatic Academy. She performed with her mother on stage from the age of 13 to 17. Her likeness has been made into a blow up doll and a Pez dispenser and lots of other things in between. She got an entire book deal while she was in rehab (her first stint) because she gave an interview to Esquire magazine which the publishers found witty and humorous.
I’ll never be interviewed by Esquire, let alone get offered a book deal because of my funny interview with Esquire. So, while her book makes light of many, many tragedies, you also get the sense in reading it that Fisher realizes how blessed she is in many ways to have the life she lives, even if it doesn’t remotely resemble The Normals from Scottsdale, Arizona.
I’ve always loved Carrie Fisher. I liked Princess Leia instinctively (but I think this was true of my entire generation), and when she came out with her first book, Postcards from the Edge she really cemented that likability for me. This was way, way lo many years before the revelation occurred to me that I had my own substance abuse issues. However, I’m convinced that alkies manage to recognize their own kind.
When I was drinking many, many of my friends had their own substance abuse issues, and I found that this was true across the board, regardless of whether or not I “partied” with them. I was the type that did most of my drinking in isolation. Nevertheless, the friends I socialized with were alcoholics themselves with few exceptions. My affinity with Carrie Fisher is no accident. I recognized a kindred spirit.
Her book is exceptionally funny, with some great plays on words, some insider information about her marriage to Paul Simon and some of the great music that resulted from that doomed union. There’s also a very funny anecdote about Cary Grant that illustrates how any of us can be tongue tied by the effects of celebrity, even a product of Hollywood inbreeding who was once the stepdaughter of Elizabeth Taylor and Connie Stevens.
I don’t want to ruin it for you, so you should buy your own copy or go to the library and check it out – if you like very funny women and insider information on Hollywood or if you’re a Star Wars geek or if you’re an alcoholic or if you’re bipolar. If any of those things describe you, then I think you’ll be able to relate. It’s a quick read. I finished it from cover to cover in just under two hours.
Have you ever wanted to have a fantasy dinner party? What if you could invite any eight people alive or dead over for dinner? Who would you pick? I am going to attempt to pick eight people for my dinner party and to tell you why I would have them there. They don’t come in any order of particular favoritism.
1. William Shakespeare – I think this one is pretty self evident. He’s brilliant. Perhaps the best writer of all time. I would want to pick his brain.
3. Carrie Fisher – The author of Postcards from the Edge and Wishful Drinking and the woman who played Princess Leia and co-starred in When Harry Met Sally. She is undoubtedly the wittiest woman alive.
4. Jesus – Depending upon how you feel about the issue, he could be my second dead guest or he could be very much among the living. He might not seem to fit in, but I think he’d be a great contributor to our conversation.
5. Don Henley – We have to have at least one musician, and he is one whom I greatly admire. He’s thoughtful, involved in lots of great causes. His lyrics seem to mirror a lot of my sensibilities.
6. Dorothy Parker – The wittiest woman that ever lived could give Carrie Fisher a run for her money, and I would love to hear stories from the Algonquin Round Table.
7. Eleanor Roosevelt – Out of all the guests so far, I think she might get along with everyone the best except for Jesus. Jesus loves everyone. I’d want to hear her views on the current world situation and her ideas on how to improve it.
8. Cary Grant – This is just because he fascinates me. I’ve probably read at least five biographies on him. He was supposedly a fascinating raconteur. I’d want to hear all about his life from his viewpoint.
Of course, I can think of more people I’d like to have dinner with besides just these eight. However, I don’t want to have to cook for more people than that. Maybe I could win the Publisher’s Clearinghouse and have the event catered.