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I’m sorry I said pussy in the title of this post, but it’s relevant to the point of the whole post so I sort of had to do it. I thought about putting a * where the u is, but everyone who gets offended by the word pussy knows how to spell the word, and I don’t know how a one letter deviation changes anything anyway. It’s just a word. Deal with it.
At first I felt like that intro is how the late, great Elaine Stritch would have handled this situation, but I’m wrong. She would have written the title and launched right into her point without apologizing for using a dirty word. That both explains the reason I’m sad that Elaine Stritch died and serves as one example of me being kind of a pussy.
I didn’t know Elaine Stritch personally, but much like Nora Ephron, I considered her a mentor. That’s slightly strange because I’m not a singer/dancer/actress, but I am a woman who has things to say, like Elaine. Unlike Elaine, I’m often too afraid to say them.
“I find it easier to abstain than do a little bit of anything. I’m not a ‘little bit’ kind of dame. I want it all, whatever I do.”
It wasn’t her ability to totally ignore what other people think. She struggled with that too but found a way to just keep swimming.
The terrifying thing in my life is that I am just an actress. And I have to keep pushing it and getting approval, approval, approval or I don’t think I’m worth two cents. And I am starting to get over it, thank God. And I’m just sad because I don’t have many years left and I wish I had a longer space of time to think that Elaine Stritch is okay.”
I think it was that balance she found between taking herself incredibly seriously while still realizing the world is a ridiculous game we’re all playing.
“You can’t be funny unless you’re tragic, and you can’t be tragic unless you’re funny.”
Will I end up on the list? Typing that question and not deleting it is among the more terrifying things I’ve done to date. Why does it feel like such an embarrassing thing to wonder? Where did I get this idea that being well-behaved is better than making an impact at the cost of pissing some people off? What was going on inside Elaine Stritch’s head that isn’t going on in mine?
I don’t know right now, but I’m working on it. I finally outlined this mildly controversial project about motherhood that I’ve been afraid to tackle for two years. Today I might even tell some people about it.
I’m not going to end up the world’s second Elaine Stritch, and that’s just fine. For many reasons she’s an inspiration not a perfect model.
But I’d like to make more decisions that aren’t based on what the nasty peanut gallery in my head says. I plan to be bolder in how I express my goals and how I ask people to help me get them done. And every once in awhile, I think I’ll leave the house without any pants on.
Me too Elaine. Thank you for the reminder.
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