Why is it all so muddled?
My strongest memories of Jodie Foster are dancing with her vaguely at the Beaux Arts Ball, and in Lit 300 –– a class that rocked my world at Yale –- and a bunch of late night movies, in particular On The Twentieth Century –– but that’s really it. We never stayed up late braiding each other’s hair.
And I remember teaching yoga for a bunch of sessions to the guy –– who was great –- who the cool people know is rumored to be the father of her kids (just FYI: NOT Mel Gibson).
But that whole speech at the Golden Globes was both inspiring and insane, laudable and bizarre.
Did she not understand the irony of making a speech in front of 20 million people demanding privacy?
She’s sorta like Samantha on BEWITCHED, desperately trying to be “normal” when she’s so obviously got so much magic (read “millions of dollars and fame and success and amazing talent”) that almost anyone would trade places with her.
In the end, I have no judgments that are negative, though.
She’s beautiful and brilliant and hard-working and accomplished and has had her share of life challenges, especially in the public eye.
And if she’s prone to a wacky speech every 40 years or so … Everyone needs a break.
Just know Jodie, that I am on your side –– and that, like Hafiz says, everyone –– especially YOU –– “is trudging along with as much dignity, courage, and style, as they possible can.”
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