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 "...at 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!

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