Sunday, January 20, 2013

A Woman Judged - Part 2 of Living In A Real-Time Neverland

Living in the real neverland...

The Media Judges Elizabeth Wurtzel

  • A New York Magzine article  commanded the attention of a virtual Who's Who of American media who hit the ground running with a variety of takes on it. My turn!

I surmise that one level or measuring an individual's life-performance is the amount of press that person receives (think Andy warhol's 15 minutes) - if that's the case, there must be a multiplier effect when publications including Business Insider[a New York Magazine confessional suggesting she wants to re-do many of her major life decisions], The New Yorker (blog) [In this story, as with many tragic New York City stories, the catalyst for reflection is a housing crisis.], The Washington Post (blog) [Who knew that ’90s literary wild child Elizabeth Wurtzel and establishment superlawyer David Boies were pals?], Patheos (blog) [it's self-absorbed when Elizabeth Wurtzel says it!] and [every person on my Twitter feed was very “What's yr deal, Elizabeth Wurtzel?” even though she had just explained her deal, in detail!] and VICE.

Not to mention Part One [I read Elizabeth's story, and I had to read it again. And again. And once more. I read it a few times, because I saw right through it, right to the soul of its message] of this particular post!

 "I never saved or invested, because I believe if you take care of the luxuries, the necessities will take care of themselves." ~ Elizabeth Wurtzel 

 An Elizabeth Wurtzel piece appearing in New York Magazine kicked my brain in the teeth. Although some commenters found the article excessively long and rambling, I found little nuggets of lifetruth scattered throughout.

One of the things that has particularly challenged those on the tail end of the baby boom generation and those generations that followed is accepting the fact that life is terminal. The Rolling Stones don't want to get old. Neither does Elizabeth Wurtzel.

She writes " 44 my life was not so different from the way it was at 24. Stubbornly and proudly, emphatically and pathetically, I had refused to grow up, and so I was becoming one of those people who refuses to grow up—one of the city’s Lost Boys. I was still subletting in Greenwich Village, instead of owning in Brooklyn Heights. I had loved everything about Yale Law School—especially the part where I graduated at 40—but I spent my life savings on an abiding interest, which is a lot to invest in curiosity. By never marrying, I ended up never divorcing, but I also failed to accumulate that brocade of civility and padlock of security—kids you do or don’t want, Tiffany silver you never use—that makes life complete. Convention serves a purpose: It gives life meaning, and without it, one is in a constant existential crisis..."

A lot of folks out there are operating in this "crisis mode." So who do they look to? People like The Stones, Madonna, Willie Nelson. More Wurtzel : "...I run, and Gyrotonic sessions three times a week have kept me in the same shape I have always been in. But age scares me. I look at Kathryn Bigelow at 61 and feel greatly relieved."

And last but far from least, haven't YOU felt this way at times (those of you moving out of their 20's and beyond:

"I have lost my life. I had a lot of friends, saw people, had full days. I don’t know where anyone is anymore, and I can’t even remember who it is that is gone."

READERS: When I saw the above comment from a reader on Prettier Than Napoleon, I simply just had to come back and include it here for you!
Show Comments: OR

No comments:

Post a Comment

Per comment rate: $2
Payable by either clicking the BitCoin "tip me" button or the PayPal "donate" button in the sidebar.

Because, like the fine publication Tablet, whom I borrowed this concept from, I too am committed to bringing you the best, smartest, most enlightening and entertaining reporting and writing I'm able to provide, all free of charge. I take pride in my loyal readership, and I'm thrilled that you choose to engage with me in a way that is both thoughtful and thought-provoking. But the Internet, for all of its wonders, poses challenges to civilized and constructive discussion, allowing vocal—and, often, anonymous—minorities to drag it down with invective (and worse).

I'm asking people who'd like to post comments on my blog to pay a nominal fee—less a paywall than a gesture of your own commitment to the cause of great conversation. All proceeds go to helping me bring you the provocative and/or entertaining articles that brought you here in the first place.

Readers can still interact with me FREE of charge via Facebook comments and Google+ comments! You can also reach me via Twitter @davelucas

I hope this new largely symbolic measure will help create a more pleasant and cultivated environment for all! Those of you who choose to contribute, thanks for your support.


Your comment will appear after you have made your donation.

All IP addresses are logged.

Your comment will not appear immediately as all messages are vetted before publication.

PS - Any more questions? Check out my Policy & Terms of Use FAQ!

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...
Web Analytics