I love this, Peggy! By the way, wasn't that Andrew McCarthy thing super-weird? Made me like Demi Moore, though, so I'm not surprised about the co-giggling. Please write more like this!
I watched the Brat movie last night and I agree with Judith -- I like Demi Moore a lot more now! Unsurprisingly, the whole thing was pretty narcissistic, centered around all of them supposedly being sensitive about being labeled the Brat Pack, but I mean, come on... I wanted a little more resonance with the era. I'd just moved to LA when the movie came out, and I wanted to feel more LA in it, at least. But it was cool to see all the multi-million dollar homes they're all
suffering in now. If you want to see a better narcissistic film that will take you back, check out The Flipside. Is probably playing in an art house near year.
I agree. The movie was not great. It also seemed that the people whose careers had thrived as actors were less concerned about it, though I think he eventually admitted that. And yes, major obsession with where they all lived…..
Hi Peggy, I enjoyed reading this piece and find it interesting that you met the "Brat Pack." In terms of memory, it can be biased. Sometimes all we remember about a person is the bad stuff or good stuff. All I try to do in my writing is explain how I remember things the way they were. My mom has dementia, and I see her short-term memory of events and such fading away. It makes me really sad because with memory being gone, sometimes a person's vibrancy goes too. Thank you for writing and sharing this piece.
Thanks, Beth. Years ago I interviewed a professor who did a lot of work on how inaccurate our memories were in so many ways—and how convinced we are that that is not the case, even when presented with evidence that we’re wrong. I never forgot that. And biased, obviously, in myriad ways. I am so sorry about your mom. I hope you can continue to find alternative pathways to her vibrancy for as long as possible.
nice one! but on memory: I seem to have two kinds of friends now: those who have published their memoirs and those who are writing theirs. I read these with varying states of editorial mumbling, nodding recognition, stunned confusion, and general determination to reject the challenge. memory is so unreliable (unless of course you've been a dedicated and honest diarist for life)... some use photos as prompts, but are we remembering the stories we heard about the photos or the experience that was photographed? sigh...
I always think that about photos. They become our memories. A lot of my childhood memories are really memories of the photos, of those moments. I guess that is better than no memory, but it does make me wonder about that joke phrase that young people use, “Pics or it didn’t happen.” Maybe they’re right?
Hahaha!! A flat and a pump. Ain't anxiety grand?
I love this, Peggy! By the way, wasn't that Andrew McCarthy thing super-weird? Made me like Demi Moore, though, so I'm not surprised about the co-giggling. Please write more like this!
I watched the Brat movie last night and I agree with Judith -- I like Demi Moore a lot more now! Unsurprisingly, the whole thing was pretty narcissistic, centered around all of them supposedly being sensitive about being labeled the Brat Pack, but I mean, come on... I wanted a little more resonance with the era. I'd just moved to LA when the movie came out, and I wanted to feel more LA in it, at least. But it was cool to see all the multi-million dollar homes they're all
suffering in now. If you want to see a better narcissistic film that will take you back, check out The Flipside. Is probably playing in an art house near year.
I agree. The movie was not great. It also seemed that the people whose careers had thrived as actors were less concerned about it, though I think he eventually admitted that. And yes, major obsession with where they all lived…..
Hi Peggy, I enjoyed reading this piece and find it interesting that you met the "Brat Pack." In terms of memory, it can be biased. Sometimes all we remember about a person is the bad stuff or good stuff. All I try to do in my writing is explain how I remember things the way they were. My mom has dementia, and I see her short-term memory of events and such fading away. It makes me really sad because with memory being gone, sometimes a person's vibrancy goes too. Thank you for writing and sharing this piece.
Thanks, Beth. Years ago I interviewed a professor who did a lot of work on how inaccurate our memories were in so many ways—and how convinced we are that that is not the case, even when presented with evidence that we’re wrong. I never forgot that. And biased, obviously, in myriad ways. I am so sorry about your mom. I hope you can continue to find alternative pathways to her vibrancy for as long as possible.
nice one! but on memory: I seem to have two kinds of friends now: those who have published their memoirs and those who are writing theirs. I read these with varying states of editorial mumbling, nodding recognition, stunned confusion, and general determination to reject the challenge. memory is so unreliable (unless of course you've been a dedicated and honest diarist for life)... some use photos as prompts, but are we remembering the stories we heard about the photos or the experience that was photographed? sigh...
I always think that about photos. They become our memories. A lot of my childhood memories are really memories of the photos, of those moments. I guess that is better than no memory, but it does make me wonder about that joke phrase that young people use, “Pics or it didn’t happen.” Maybe they’re right?