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Everybody Wants to Shine

If you’ve been following the blog in the last two weeks, you know that I went to LA and in four days saw exactly ONE celebrity, Josh Duhamel.  And if I’m going to be completely honest, I’m not 100% certain it was Duhamel. Tonight, however, at the revival of Sam Shephard’s A Lie of the Mind, I saw: Mike Nichols (he looks amazing), Natalie Portman (looks amazing), and John Lithgow (looks t-terrif). There were tons of characters actors upon whom spotting you say, “isn’t that so and so?” and “wasn’t he in such and that?” Very fun, buzzy new york night.

Which followed a moody day, contemplating some of the comments from yesterday and trying to better understand this four-way stop my writing career has taken. I want to thank everyone who offered generous observations and Vivian Swift, in all her wisdom, who reminded us that a) it is February and b) leave the hair alone.

And last, why is Betsy Lerner such a star-fucker? Any insights?

16 Responses

  1. It is my long-held personal belief that talking about yourself in the third person is best left to serial killers and pedophiles in clown makeup. And my father.

    You’re a starfucker because you were the fat girl in the corner with the clown nose on when you were growing up. Oh, wait, that’s me. Sorry, I get us confused sometimes.

  2. You’re not stalled at a four-way stop. You’re simply paused at a yield sign, contemplating your next move.

    And every single one of us is a star-fucker, whether we’re willing or not to admit it. As evidenced by several of yesterday’s comments, you have your own fan following. Kind of a religious cult for the talented yet tormented. But don’t break out the Kool-Aid quite yet, because I have a manuscript to polish.

    I got my hair cut last week, by the way. God, it looks like shit.

  3. A Lie of the Mind is my favorite Sam Shepard play. Was it a good production? I did a scene from it in Bobby Lewis’s acting class and it was a big hit. I used to chauffeur Mike Nichols and his friends Lillian Hellman and Jackie Onassis. The conversations they had in the back of his Mercedes! My young ears were on fire! I think we’re all star-fuckers.

  4. I’m not sure what a star-fucker is exactly, but I’ve experienced obsessive fandom up close and personal (for a friend, not me), and I truly don’t understand it. People clawing and clammoring to get close and/or to get an autograph. What the fuck do you do with an autograph? Do you show it to people with pride, hang in on the wall, or put in on the toilet paper roll? I’m amazed at the star struck, almost reverence in their eyes. This behavior is completely baffling.

    As for hair, I don’t have any.

    As for writing, you will begin writing again when it becomes important enough to you.

  5. Is the term ‘star fucker’ the same as the term ‘groupie’?

    If it is I join you as a groupie who follows certain writers.

  6. Star Power. That’s what stars have, whether or not they are famous (or talented). I think some people are born with that glow, some aren’t. Some aren’t and still get into the Top 24 of American Idol, but they won’t make it into the Final 12. When people claw at stars they just want a little bit of that glow to rub off. Other people (like me and Betsy) just want to see if that glow can be quantified. By our Stardom Meters. Which we carry disguised as our super cool, achingly chic demeanor if you must know.

    February 1975. I got a “Benny and the Jets” style shag haircut. I still have bad dreams about it.

  7. Also, I was a celebrity personal assistant in L.A. for 15 years. I completely identified myself by the wattage of my various employers. It wasn’t pretty. Much like this overshare.

  8. I agree with Sherry and Kyler. Betsy Lerner is fascinated and a little spellbound by celebrities because it seems pretty typical and normal. Most of us probably are, me included.

    As for autographs I’d have to agree with Bill, though. I don’t get it at all. This includes the signing of books that follow most readings. Although I suppose that most people that stand in line for this are not doing it just for the autograph but rather for that one moment that they are together in time.

    My wife and I attended a reading several years ago of Stephen Elliot’s at a small bookstore. We were there not so much for the book at the time that he was helping to sell, a book that had additional contributors, some of whom also read at the reading, but instead because we’d read some of his other books by that time and we (or at least I) wanted to simply be in the same room with him for a while.

    • Actually, Tricky Bastard, the reason I’m obsessed with celebrities is because I was a child “star” playing the coveted role of Koo-Koo Knadle at my jewish camp. ANd I’ve never gotten over it. The applause, the love, the extra serving of brisket.

      • Since reading this comment yesterday I cannot get you out of my head as I listen over and over and over again to the character Rachel from the show Glee, singing Don’t Rain on My Parade from Volume Two of last season’s soundtrack. Girl, we need to get your ass back on the stage.

  9. I want my 4-way stop to be the chief source of disappointment in your life!

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