It Is What It Is
Published May 29, 2012 by maryhelencWriting is my life.
It’s my therapy. It’s my passion.
My blog is sometimes a therapy session onto itself. Sometimes I write things in the moment & protect them so that I can restructure my thoughts later & publish them.
This blog has helped me through some pretty awful times in my life & will continue to be for the forseeable future. It’s stupid, but I feel that writing heals all pain. Writing that ill timed letter may seem stupid, but it’s my closure. Blogging about my life & determination to find my place in the world might seem strange, but I’m usually quick to learn that there are a hundred other people also trying to find their place in the world. Maybe we’ll all figure it out together.
When I struggle, I write. It helps me clear my mind & remember that the universe sorts it all out, makes it all right in the end & we just have to be patient & wait for the answers to come.
So, thanks to those who read this blog, listen to me cry, hold me when I hurt, laugh with me when life is awesome & remind me that everything will be alright. You make everything better & I love all of you more than you’ll ever know.
Protected: Companion
Published May 28, 2012 by maryhelencProtected: The End Has Only Begun
Published May 27, 2012 by maryhelencSave You
Published May 26, 2012 by maryhelencEveryone has that moment where it all just comes crashing down.
That was me this week.
Everything I loved about my life (except parenting) suddenly fell apart & I’m left trying to understand.
I’m hurting, I’m wounded & I’m lost. I hate that I’m supposed to be the person that nothing affects but this week has really walloped me.
So, I try to remember all the lessons that I taught myself all of these months; that there’s always a shred of hope in the darkness & sometimes that shred of hope is enough to help you endure. When things look bleakest, you may be closest to your victory. That broken hearts mend & eventually things will be okay.
I know these things, but right now, I just want to feel okay.
Protected: Broken Open
Published May 26, 2012 by maryhelencMy Stupid Mouth
Published May 22, 2012 by maryhelencPeople who know me know my disdain for John Mayer.
He seems like a real D-Bag, who has very little regard for women, his fans or people in general. However, while promoting his recent album “Born and Raised,” we’re seeing a kinder, gentler, dare I say, nice John Mayer.
Fans are claiming the change of heart is simply because he wants to sell records. Mayer says he realized how immature he sounded and his recent vocal troubles (including some serious surgery) made him realize that he needed to “grow up”.
This actually makes a lot of sense. When Mayer recently underwent vocal surgery, he has been faced with the reality that he may never sing again. He may have lost his livlihood and I don’t care who you are, that’s just tragic. Mayer was forced to cancel his tour indefinitely to rehab his voice and he’s still not medically out of the woods. This humbling experience will help one find perspective.
His move to rural Montana likely helped as well. Outside of the LA sun and in rural farmland, being John Mayer isn’t that special. He’s just a dude who shops at the local stores and pays his property taxes. This kind of anonymity will help you regain some perspective. He didn’t have his people kissing his ass, he was just some bloke who lived day to day. This could have been a very chilling look at his future, considering the loss of his voice. He could become just another guy, but he would have been a guy universally loathed for being an asshole.
So, kudos to you John Mayer, for admitting that you were a rude, misogynistic asshole. Kudos to apologizing to your fans and the women whom you have wronged for your big, stupid, mouth. It takes a real man to admit that he made some calculated mistakes and even if you can never perform again, you used your publicity time to correct some past mistakes and that takes courage.
Protected: Soldier
Published May 20, 2012 by maryhelencEmpty Space
Published May 19, 2012 by maryhelencWill Smith’s PR team was working overtime after he slapped a Ukranian reporter across the face during the premiere of MiB 3.
The reporter attempted to kiss the Academy Award nominated actor on the lips (which is apparently his “gimmick”) and was slapped for his efforts. Smith said “He’s lucky I didn’t punch him in the mouth.”
Some claimed this was a homophobic attack as it was a male reporter and this contradicted his previous support of same sex marriage earlier this week.
I’m sorry, what?
Smith’s slapping of this reporter (reporters have gimmicks? Since when? Should I get one?) has nothing to do with supporting same sex relationships or being homophobic. This was a total stranger attempting to kiss Will Smith. I’ve seen the video, where Smith graciously accepts a hug from the reporter and a kiss on both cheeks. It was the kiss on the lips that prompted a slap. To see the video of the slap, click HERE.
Frankly, I’m not a touchy feely person. I’m affectionate with my kids, my boyfriend and my close friends, but the thought of hugging a stranger or an acquaintance isn’t something I’m down with. I’ve been known to slap a guy or two at a bar, much harder than the slap that Smith gave (seeing as he took extensive boxing training to play Muhammad Ali, this reporter IS lucky that he didn’t punch him in the mouth). I’m totally pro same sex marriage, but I’m certainly not pro kissing strangers, male or female.
I don’t even understand why this is a thing. Someone overstepped their bounds and was rebuked. If this were a female actress, she would be praised and the reporter labelled some kind of predator. She’d grace the cover of every magazine with her “brave” story, even though about 40 women have the same “brave” story after a weekend at a nightclub.
The lesson here is simple; if your schtick is to kiss strangers on the mouth, expect a couple of whacks to the face. Is it the most polite solution? Not really, but neither is invading one’s personal space for the sake of entertainment. Why should people have to accept smooches from a stranger to further your career because they worked for theirs? I would love for my journalism career to take off, but I’d rather be known for my writing, not for the actors I made out with on the red carpet (yes, even Chris Hemsworth).
