Wouldn't it be loverly!
Saturday
March 29, 2014
All I want is a room somewhere
Far away from the cold night air
With one enormous chair,
Oh, wouldn't it be loverly!
Poor poor Gwyneth.
She works so very hard.
Let's pause a moment and just think of the hardship of growing up with wealth and beauty, charm and grace, and total open access to Hollywood.
Her dad was a very succesful director.
Her mum is none other than Blythe Danner; successful and beautiful actress.
Hmmmm.
It is so difficult to find good help these days.
Having to be beautiful is so very difficult and time consuming.
But the fans...what would the fans think if she had to get up at 5:00 A.M. to get her children ready for school: breakfast, dressing them and herself, gathering school books, homework, lunches, cash, makeup, hair, breathing...
Transports to school--bus? car? walk? (WORRY WORRY WORRY!!!)
Get herself to the office by 8:00 A.M. (by the way Gwyn it's not 9-5, it's 8-5)
Then work (I mean share a smelly the bathrooms, get two 15 minute breaks, 1/2 hour lunch, bosses on your back, answering your OWN phone and dealing with the other end, enough work for two people, worn out by three but have to make it to five)
Feeling the fear goblins tease you when your phone doesn't ring precisely at 3:00--your kid(s) letting you know they are home and safe.
No private trailer.
No one to come get you when your scene is ready to be shot.
No gophers to get you the perfect water, the no calorie food, the chai tea that was handpicked by nuns in the Andes.
No one who gives a crap about you except "did you finish the _________" (you can fill in the blank folks)
Oh then you get to go home (bumper to bumper on the "EXPRESS"way, hip to hip on the subway, averting eyes on the bus.
Hoping your kids are ok.
Already planning for tomorrow and the sameness for the next 10, 15, 20 years.
HOPING for the same for the next 10, 15, or 20 years because you are all you've got.
No life boat from the trust fund. Nothing under you but a wide gaping hole of nothing you try not to fall into.
Because you still have to do the same thing.
No one is going to flutter over to you and ask what they can do.
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**All I want is a purse that has a light interior, a crossbody shoulder strap, a zipper on the top (no flaps), in black and brown.
And I will not be free advertising for some designer--i.e. I ain't gonna spend $100 or + on a frigging purse!
**I also want pajamas that have long sleeves tops and shorts for the bottoms. I don't get the no sleeves and long pj pants.
MY LEGS ARE UNDER THE COVERS. MY ARMS ARE OUTSIDE OF THE BLANKETS. HELLO ?!?!?!?!?
I also would really like (famous) people to stop blabbing their opinions on topics of which they have no understanding.
Walk a mile in MY shoes, sistah!
Until the next,
Peace and Love....
March 29, 2014
All I want is a room somewhere
Far away from the cold night air
With one enormous chair,
Oh, wouldn't it be loverly!
Poor poor Gwyneth.
She works so very hard.
Let's pause a moment and just think of the hardship of growing up with wealth and beauty, charm and grace, and total open access to Hollywood.
Her dad was a very succesful director.
Her mum is none other than Blythe Danner; successful and beautiful actress.
Hmmmm.
It is so difficult to find good help these days.
Having to be beautiful is so very difficult and time consuming.
But the fans...what would the fans think if she had to get up at 5:00 A.M. to get her children ready for school: breakfast, dressing them and herself, gathering school books, homework, lunches, cash, makeup, hair, breathing...
Transports to school--bus? car? walk? (WORRY WORRY WORRY!!!)
Get herself to the office by 8:00 A.M. (by the way Gwyn it's not 9-5, it's 8-5)
Then work (I mean share a smelly the bathrooms, get two 15 minute breaks, 1/2 hour lunch, bosses on your back, answering your OWN phone and dealing with the other end, enough work for two people, worn out by three but have to make it to five)
Feeling the fear goblins tease you when your phone doesn't ring precisely at 3:00--your kid(s) letting you know they are home and safe.
No private trailer.
No one to come get you when your scene is ready to be shot.
No gophers to get you the perfect water, the no calorie food, the chai tea that was handpicked by nuns in the Andes.
No one who gives a crap about you except "did you finish the _________" (you can fill in the blank folks)
Oh then you get to go home (bumper to bumper on the "EXPRESS"way, hip to hip on the subway, averting eyes on the bus.
Hoping your kids are ok.
Already planning for tomorrow and the sameness for the next 10, 15, 20 years.
HOPING for the same for the next 10, 15, or 20 years because you are all you've got.
No life boat from the trust fund. Nothing under you but a wide gaping hole of nothing you try not to fall into.
Oh and BTW--don't get sick!
Because you still have to do the same thing.
No one is going to flutter over to you and ask what they can do.
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All I want
(besides a cure for PD)
**All I want is a purse that has a light interior, a crossbody shoulder strap, a zipper on the top (no flaps), in black and brown.
And I will not be free advertising for some designer--i.e. I ain't gonna spend $100 or + on a frigging purse!
**I also want pajamas that have long sleeves tops and shorts for the bottoms. I don't get the no sleeves and long pj pants.
MY LEGS ARE UNDER THE COVERS. MY ARMS ARE OUTSIDE OF THE BLANKETS. HELLO ?!?!?!?!?
I also would really like (famous) people to stop blabbing their opinions on topics of which they have no understanding.
Walk a mile in MY shoes, sistah!
Until the next,
Peace and Love....
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