{"id":1322,"date":"2008-06-26T15:49:00","date_gmt":"2008-06-26T20:49:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lawrencem94.sg-host.com\/?p=1322"},"modified":"2008-06-26T15:49:00","modified_gmt":"2008-06-26T20:49:00","slug":"revisionist-history","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/plazajen.com\/?p=1322","title":{"rendered":"Revisionist History"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I used to want to be <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Madeleine_Kahn\">Madeleine Kahn<\/a> when I grew up, because she wasn&#8217;t a standard measure of beauty or aspiration. Of course, she was beautiful, but mostly she was hilarious. The sort of gal who would throw you for a loop when she opened her mouth and cursed like a sailor or something, but you didn&#8217;t have time to be shocked because you were already laughing. Then she died at the very young age of 57. <\/p>\n<p>So, now I want to be a blend of a couple other atypical women. <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Swoosie_Kurtz\">Swoosie Kurtz<\/a> reminds me of Madeleine Kahn, to some extent, and <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Kathy_Bates\">Kathy Bates<\/a> is flat out talented, funny, and scary as hell if your name is &#8220;James Caan&#8221;.   <\/p>\n<p><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/bp3.blogger.com\/_FtpS7UUhDjk\/SGQDyxf2dZI\/AAAAAAAAAGs\/cFGKcywvAzs\/s1600-h\/Swoosie%2BKurtz.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;\" src=\"http:\/\/bp3.blogger.com\/_FtpS7UUhDjk\/SGQDyxf2dZI\/AAAAAAAAAGs\/cFGKcywvAzs\/s400\/Swoosie%2BKurtz.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\"id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216298439217149330\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/bp3.blogger.com\/_FtpS7UUhDjk\/SGQEDUHsAUI\/AAAAAAAAAG0\/qjxkWLXmswg\/s1600-h\/Kathy_Bates_evening_dress.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;\" src=\"http:\/\/bp3.blogger.com\/_FtpS7UUhDjk\/SGQEDUHsAUI\/AAAAAAAAAG0\/qjxkWLXmswg\/s400\/Kathy_Bates_evening_dress.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\"id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216298723388948802\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I know, I&#8217;m going to always be&#8230; ME. I&#8217;m ok with that. But I get flashes of the women who&#8217;ve influenced my life, and who I want to become as I age (gracefully or not), and I am keenly aware of how Hollywood makes women my age &#8220;disappear&#8221;. I&#8217;m just not comfortable blending into the wallpaper. I never have been. It&#8217;s a joke I love to say, &#8220;I&#8217;m shy.&#8221; Of course, I can be, I can dislike talking or dealing with people or situations and want\/need time to myself, but I&#8217;m the girl who wants to charge forward when something feels scary or intimidating. Beat it down and smile like a fool. <\/p>\n<p>In other good news, I think it&#8217;s finally safe to announce it: I&#8217;m capable of truly being happy. I made small talk with a stranger at Sweet Tomatoes the other night and laughed and realized from the inside out, it didn&#8217;t have an iota of &#8220;cover&#8221; or lie in it. You wouldn&#8217;t assume it to be true &#8211; I&#8217;ve cried more the past two days, between blog posts and NPR stories (oh my god, you <a href=\"http:\/\/www.npr.org\/templates\/story\/story.php?storyId=91906449\">have to listen to this one<\/a> &#8211; I had no idea, and it&#8217;s so heartwarming. And such proof that one person can make all the difference in the world.) <\/p>\n<p>But I think a part of me is finally buying into the idea that it might, after all, be ok. I know I&#8217;m going to have my dips, my nose-dives, my hull will drag on the sandbar and I will be buffeted into rocky outcrops. But in the end, I want to be someone who made a difference, and didn&#8217;t give up. Always with some laughs along the way.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I used to want to be Madeleine Kahn when I grew up, because she wasn&#8217;t a standard measure of beauty or aspiration. Of course, she was beautiful, but mostly she was hilarious. 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