Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Defending a Dead World Light Years Away

Kind of sums up how I feel about this shit

So there I was, gathering some writing prompts to attempt to work with my dear writing sister Ursula on the spark of an idea that she has, when I end up sidetracked by stupid children on Tumblr talking out their ass about shit they know nothing about. 
I know, cry me a river, Cie. Not like this is an uncommon occurrence, sadly.
So I got sidetracked by replying to their bullshit, because a lot of the time I overlook complete and utter ignorance, but sometimes I just can’t. This was one of those times. Then I ended up unfollowing the blog I found this shit on and blocking the OP and their cheerleader because I can’t be arsed to deal with their crap. 
A while ago, a smart blogger whom I respect pointed out that even with the Destiehellers and their omnipresent bullshit, the Supernatural fandom is not the worst of the fandoms. She stated that comics fans tend to be pretty bad as far as attacking people who don’t agree with their fan theories. I’ve never really associated much with that fandom, but over the years I’ve found music fandoms to be pretty brutal, and with the teenagers on Tumblr deciding to jump in the game, it’s gone to a new level of awful.
 I used to follow a few of these Tumblrs for the pictures they posted. I don’t follow many of them at all any more. Some of them are nice young folks who really appreciate the music, and I appreciate them. They are not the ones I’m talking about.
Just like with Destiehellers and C0ckles Stans, these young women are hypocritical and disrespectful as well as delusional. Here are a few examples.
On one occasion, a Tumblr I was following reblogged a drawing of a member of The Who. It was a beautiful free-hand drawing, excellent quality. I was about to sing the praises of the artist, when I saw the caption.
“I drew this picture of our Daddy.”
Stifling my urge to barf, I sped away without comment or reblog.
I would venture to say that the majority of these men do not want to get busy with women young enough to be their granddaughters, let alone underage girls. Most of them have long since settled down and had families. They aren’t interested in reliving their young and wild years fooling around with children who have no idea what the hell they’re talking about.
I find this sort of thing incredibly disrespectful, to be honest. It reduces these musicians to how attractive they may have looked in some picture taken 30, 40, or in some cases, 50 years ago. It negates the hard work that went into their creations. It negates their personal struggles. It reduces them to objects rather than human beings.
As well, these young “ladies” (and I use the term loosely) are often rude to older fans who may actually have had experiences meeting members of these bands, who may have been among the first to hear the band when they were first starting out, who may have been fans of the band for many years and may feel sorrow when a person who has, in a sense, been “with us” all of our lives becomes ill or dies. Although I later determined that the attacks were coming from one person with multiple accounts, I was targeted primarily for my age when I expressed dismay after learning that someone I considered to be a longtime personal hero was terminally ill. 
The person making these attacks has written lengthy posts about how regardless of the more than forty year age difference between her and the object of her affections, she is the one person who truly loves him. Never mind that his children and fucking GRANDCHILDREN are devastated by his fucking terminal illness. Of course she is encouraged by her followers, who tell her things such as “he’d be crazy not to fall in love with you!!!11!”
Not only is this cringe-worthy as fuck, it’s disrespectful as hell.
That being said, it’s hilarious that I was called a bitter old bitch when the person they’re laying their claim on is more than ten years older than I am.
I’m not saying that people never develop powerful feelings for actors or musicians. They do. But there is a way of expressing these feelings which is respectful, and there is a way of expressing them which is completely rude, self-centered, and entitled. All too many of the fan girl contingent opt for the latter.
It doesn’t upset me to be aging, although the worsening of certain of my ailments in a political climate which is threatening to tear away health care options is concerning. It doesn’t sadden me to see the musical heroes who helped me through my own difficult teenage years aging. It does sadden me to see them becoming the victims of devastating disease processes. It saddens me to see them dying. 
Oftentimes watching videos of my favorite bands is like looking through a telescope at a dead world light years away. It breaks my heart, and it disgusts me all the more that there are those people out there who reduce these fascinating, creative individuals to nothing more than a “cute boy” who they want to fuck, or whom they want to imagine boning his band mate.
I’m not trying to say my generation was perfect. Overall, we were kind of a bunch of assholes. But we didn’t do shit like this. We couldn’t have imagined doing shit like this.
Just before writing this, I found a wonderful image of David Bowie on my dash.
David Bowie meant--no--make that MEANS a lot to me. The creative world lost a shining star when he died. The world as a whole lost a kind and compassionate spirit when he died. But truly, most importantly, his children lost a loving, caring father, and his wife lost her soul mate. Still, some of these entitled sorts think it’s okay to gush about how they wish they could be his groupie. Honestly, what the hell is wrong with you?
I’ll wrap things up with a couple of images from that dead world light years away. I suppose I’m melodramatic, but it really does get to me that these real, vulnerable, mortal people are seen as nothing but dolls to play with by some.

Cie




David Bowie (RIP 2016, age 69, cancer)





David Cassidy (diagnosed with dementia, age 66)




Jani Lane (died 2011, age 47, complications of alcoholism and substance abuse)




Malcolm Young (diagnosed with dementia at age 55, current age 64)




John Lennon (murdered 1980, age 40. I heard about it on the radio the morning of his murder and couldn’t believe it.)




Dimebag Darrell (murdered 2004, age 38)

Respect them.

Monday, March 6, 2017

The Myth of Rebirth

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Listen Lark wing, fragile as November  rains,
The mists that cover hood and brow in fine veil
Carry not the weight of suffering nor life's kiss.
They, like you, like me, are passing through.
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Sunday, March 5, 2017

The Cheese Grates It: The Harsh Judgment of Victims of Multiple Cosmetic Surgeries


The person in the picture is Melania Trump, prior to having cosmetic surgery. She was told that she was too foreign looking to be a successful model. Of course the response of many people is to bash her for having had the procedures done.
I don't think it's right to say cruel things when a person feels pressured into getting cosmetic surgery or other procedures. Society puts a huge amount of pressure on people, particularly women, to remain young looking into our middle years and beyond. It often looks artificial, and it's sad that people feel such a push to alter their natural appearance. Saying things such as "she looks like crap" don't help. Judge a person's character, not their physical appearance.
I feel like it's sad when people have multiple cosmetic procedures in an attempt to preserve a youthful appearance, or due to body dysmorphic disorder, that they end up not looking entirely human. I question the ethics of a doctor who will do that many procedures on a patient.
I had a few minor procedures when I was younger, hadn't yet discovered size acceptance, and hated myself even more than I do now. I'd have the caps put on my teeth again. Because of the nerve damage to a couple of my front teeth, they are dark. I would still be self-conscious about that. I don't think I'd be as concerned about the gap that the orthodontic procedures which killed the nerves in the teeth from pulling on them too hard didn't close.
I had a mole "removed" with a laser, which I regret. It actually only lightened it, so now it looks like a bump. I don't know why I didn't get a second opinion. I didn't trust the guy who did it to do the surgery on my chin, which I had later. He wanted to take bone from my hip and implant it in my chin as he said I had a "weak chin." I just wanted liposuction. Why I let him talk me into the mole removal, I'll never know. He was later brought up on charges of molesting his female patients while they were under anesthesia. I was not under anesthesia for the mole removal, so he just got away with some of my money.
I later had a doctor with a more conservative approach do the liposuction on my chin. I have a one inch scar on the underside of my chin from the surgery, but just after the surgery I looked like I'd been in a really bad accident. My face was swollen and bruised. I had to wear an elastic band around my head for a month until the swelling went down.
While my face was in the process of shrinking, my loopy boss asked me what had happened. When I told her, her response was to pinch my cheeks and say "why didn't you have them do something about these chipmunk cheeks too?"
Being the delightful bunch of contradictions that I am, I vowed at that moment never to have any more plastic surgery just to piss people like her off. But who knows what may have happened if I had somehow gotten a "lucky break" and gotten into Hollywood, which used to be my big dream. I may have had all kinds of procedures in an effort to become "beautiful," because being a round-faced, chipmunk-cheeked, East European looking critter (my father's maternal ancestry is Lithuanian and I have that look) is not the chiseled, aristocratic look that Hollywood wants in its properties.

~The Cheese Hath Grated It~

Saturday, March 4, 2017

Toowoomba Region - Australia Day - Welcome Home



Love and tolerance looks like this.

The Cheese Grates It: Silly Cheese, Don't You Know Pomegranates are for Weight Loss, Not Eating Pleasure?



Here's a WTF moment in eating. (Trigger warning for discussion of food and body policing.) I get deliveries from Home Chef, and today for my lunch, I decided to make the blood orange and bulgur salad.
It has lots of good ingredients, like arugula, bulgur, almonds, blood orange, sweet potatoes, shallots, and pomegranate seed.
When I went to open the container of pomegranate seed, I noticed the picture of a pomegranate, which at first looked like it had a Saturn ring around it, or perhaps it was wearing a belt for reasons. But nope, it was a picture of a tape measure. Because fucking pomegranates are not something you eat because you like pomegranates or fruit in general, they are something you eat because they may just help you achieve that coveted, Next To Godliness thinness.
 Fuck. That. Shit.
I'm going to enjoy my salad anyway. I'm going to eat it right out of the god damn bowl, because I'm the only one eating it. Anything left over will be put in a container for later. But you know what? I would have enjoyed it all the more if I could have just prepared it without having the ever present reminder that people with bodies like mine should be eradicated shoved in my face.

~The Cheese Hath Grated It With Much Wrath~




Thursday, March 2, 2017

The Cheese Grates It: Don't Let The Bastards Grind You Down and Always Keep Fighting



Me, every day of my life:

"Come on! Come on! Come and get it, baby! Come on! I don't got all day! Come on! Come on! Come on you bastard! Come on, you too! Oh, you want some of this? Fuck you!"
(Private Hudson, as the Xenomorphs surrounded him)
Life is filled with xenomorphs, although the real life xenomorphs aren't nearly as cool to look at as the ones in the movie. They're the shitty little microagressions that those of us who aren't considered pretty or cool have to face every day of our lives. 
Sometimes they take you down.
The only thing you can do is always keep fighting.
I have a tattoo to remind myself of this.

~The Cheese Hath Grated It~




Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Not So Wordless Beautiful Wednesday: Bill Paxton

17 May 1955 - 25 February 2017

The Netherworld loves our Private Hudson, but Bill Paxton brought life to so many other roles. He was a humble man, grateful for the opportunities he'd been given in life, never behaving arrogantly. His death is a great loss for film lovers, for his family, and for the world as a whole.
Bill passed away suddenly from complications of heart surgery on February 25.
Bill painted the name of his then-girlfriend Louise Newbury on his armor when he played Hudson in Aliens. He went on to marry Newbury, and they had two children, James and Lydia. Bill and Louise were together until the time of his death.
Is Bill beautiful? Many people would consider him ordinary-looking. He wasn't some sort of "Hollywood hunk." His proudest role in life was likely "father." His warm smile and kind eyes aside, Bill was indeed a truly beautiful person. He was gracious, decent and real. He will be missed.

Love,
Cie