I’m not gonna lie, this post just came right to my head, and
yes it is because I got obsessed with Blue Jasmine. Without being a Woody’s
fan, I have to say that it is exquisite and terrifying, not because I can
relate to the jet setting life style whatsoever, after all I’m just a broke
grad student. The point of that movie being terrifying-exquisite is that of
putting meds (you know which kind) and traumatic episodes of one’s life in a
movie. So there you go, I felt like I could somehow end up talking to myself…scary
uh? Well as much as it was scary/sad it had all the right amount of sadness to
make it funny. I just couldn’t help it but cracking up whenever she started
talking incessantly about herself and thus making other people annoyed.
Furthermore, with the latest update on my life situation, it seemed just like
the right movie to watch after Elizabeth Wurtzel’s story (meds again) or just
how one can be pretty fucked up. Somehow all this chain of events led me to
think, just this morning on the bus, how I’ve been mildly(?) obsessed all my life with female
characters who, let’s face it, are fucked up (yeah, this is me using fucked up
over and over again, I may be obsessed with that one too). And this obsession
is not recent, no sir, it goes way back in time (>15 years maybe?).
After struggling these last few days to remember what Madame Bovary’s name was, whose last name I
couldn’t even remember. It just struck me today, Jasmine and Elizabeth were
coming to join Emma’s club, but the club is not exclusive to Emma, oh no way.
Anna Karenina is one of my “all-time” favorite books, damn it, I absolutely
loved that book. So there you go, Anna is there, with Cathy, remember her? She fucking
suffered to the point it was unbelievable. Sorry Emily, I love you but you were
pretty fucked up yourself too, and I am just jealous I could never be a talented
writer. Then, a week ago, just to catch up with the mental issues I went to watch Marla on
fight club being an unconditional/puppy-like lover (which by the way happened on
a midnight screening, where, I fitted in just perfectly).
Interestingly enough, my “lady-names obsession club” could
not be complete without having other female tormented martyrs from my own
ethnicity: Teresa aka badass/drugdealer/I’m-a-slut-but-I-don’t-care-I’m-great-at-this
Mendoza (I know it is cliché and all but it’s Reverte’s masterpiece and
extremely delicious, yes I’m calling a book “delicious”); Catalina Guzman (even
the book title was drama-like and they just screwed it up with the awful
movie); Clemencia; Tita and then the very best Sierva María de todos los
Ángeles. And so my list goes on and on and there was a moment where it was
getting diverse including Adelines and Mikages. But, now it is neither spanding
nor diversifying, why? It seems like I’m in the middle of this reading/writing/depressing
block that has left me empty. And I just can’t get over it by myself, so it all
goes back to the Blue Jasmine situation. I need to think about to meds or not to
meds.
But the rambling doesn’t stop here, I then started to think
about the names going all the way to music, what about Corinne? Caroline
(personal – stars)? Even my name is in one or two songs (that I know of), one
of them über-lame I know (I was never into guns and roses but hey, something
must be better than nothing). Wait, I’m getting distracted here, the whole
point was to shred my obsession with female names involved with some kind of
drama in their lives and now I’m talking about songs? Argh, I just can’t do one
thing without the other, there’s music and there’s books… maybe a bit of tv and
I could talk about Piper and how that show makes lesbians interesting but I'll skip that (for now).
Oh! And this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t9Qp7ZNJq7A
Oh! And this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t9Qp7ZNJq7A
