No asks. Just a thank you for the most clear and devastating description of the way fame (however it comes) objectifies, dehumanizes, and traumatizes. No one asks for this.
Fuck. I just told someone that if I could start over I'd use a pseudonym and never share personal info. (I guess that is impossible with nonfiction when the haters are trying to discredit you )
But yeah. I've experienced maybe 1% of the shit you have and I can't even imagine.
But I'll never ask you for shit except to pet Woody. I was gonna text last week but we both hate texts. Twitter sucks so bad I'm fucking texting people now.
I'm sorry, Lauren. You didn't ask for this or deserve it.
I would hazard to say this is one of the top 10 most important things ever written on the internets in the last 10 years. Maybe 20. Well done. It really, REALLY needed to be said.
(Even to me if I'm honest...)
Thank you for all that you have given us, and if you never give us another thing it's fine with me, and with the rest of your true fans.
You are awesome and you deserve the utmost respect.
I'm hoping you get the peace and the respect you deserve. And that you don't respond to this comment because there's no need to..
Ugh…. It’s not malice though, is it? The price of being published? You laid yourself bare on the pages and now everyone “knows you.” Or, thinks they do. Your stories, compelling and honest - changing the names to protect the innocent and the guilty, but not protecting you. Opening you up - public. And you, you try to remain private. Aware of what you need.
I don’t know you - I know your stories. I know your words. Even here, what right do I have to comment? This is your space. I’m nothing more than a stranger in the ether. Still, I think I get it. And because of that, I respond - sending light and gratitude. Grateful that I too, live alone with my dog, in a community.
"They'll fucking consume you and call it a favor". You are not a commodity. You're a writer with a very clear voice that a lot of people are grateful for.
I love you, in a safe way, from the before times, just as you are, and need nothing from you. The end. PS I smile when I think of you because you are dear.
Fame has never seemed appealing to me. Having more money has, but having the attention has seemed terrifying. I keep telling myself to just write and to assume it won’t lead to anything except the pleasure of creation. Why put it online? Why take the risk? But I want to. I have ideas. But it takes me very little time to go from a fresh idea to imagining what would piss people off about that idea. Maybe it’s okay if I never write the thing.
That conversation is on repeat in my brain a whole lot of the time.
Wishing you the paradox of continued success with decreasing fame.
Dude. Sincerely hope you never read comments. But, this blog basically confirms exactly what I'd imagined the bubble must be like. Fuck, dude. Sending you good vibes and good weed.
No asks. Just a thank you for the most clear and devastating description of the way fame (however it comes) objectifies, dehumanizes, and traumatizes. No one asks for this.
I'm glad you have Woody.
Fuck. I just told someone that if I could start over I'd use a pseudonym and never share personal info. (I guess that is impossible with nonfiction when the haters are trying to discredit you )
But yeah. I've experienced maybe 1% of the shit you have and I can't even imagine.
But I'll never ask you for shit except to pet Woody. I was gonna text last week but we both hate texts. Twitter sucks so bad I'm fucking texting people now.
I'm sorry, Lauren. You didn't ask for this or deserve it.
My heart aches for you. I would like to have the power to yell: BACK THE FUCK OFF!!! and that they would. Thank god there's Woody.
I would hazard to say this is one of the top 10 most important things ever written on the internets in the last 10 years. Maybe 20. Well done. It really, REALLY needed to be said.
(Even to me if I'm honest...)
Thank you for all that you have given us, and if you never give us another thing it's fine with me, and with the rest of your true fans.
You are awesome and you deserve the utmost respect.
I'm hoping you get the peace and the respect you deserve. And that you don't respond to this comment because there's no need to..
Excellent piece. Sorry it's like that -- we ought to all have better manners but sadly we mostly don't. May you find balance and keep it.
This is incredible writing & also I hate your therapist.
Ugh…. It’s not malice though, is it? The price of being published? You laid yourself bare on the pages and now everyone “knows you.” Or, thinks they do. Your stories, compelling and honest - changing the names to protect the innocent and the guilty, but not protecting you. Opening you up - public. And you, you try to remain private. Aware of what you need.
I don’t know you - I know your stories. I know your words. Even here, what right do I have to comment? This is your space. I’m nothing more than a stranger in the ether. Still, I think I get it. And because of that, I respond - sending light and gratitude. Grateful that I too, live alone with my dog, in a community.
"They'll fucking consume you and call it a favor". You are not a commodity. You're a writer with a very clear voice that a lot of people are grateful for.
I love you, in a safe way, from the before times, just as you are, and need nothing from you. The end. PS I smile when I think of you because you are dear.
Fuck the bubble.
Fame has never seemed appealing to me. Having more money has, but having the attention has seemed terrifying. I keep telling myself to just write and to assume it won’t lead to anything except the pleasure of creation. Why put it online? Why take the risk? But I want to. I have ideas. But it takes me very little time to go from a fresh idea to imagining what would piss people off about that idea. Maybe it’s okay if I never write the thing.
That conversation is on repeat in my brain a whole lot of the time.
Wishing you the paradox of continued success with decreasing fame.
This piece is So fucking real, powerful, incredible. Thank you.
“Something like a trophy.” Brilliant.
Feels like you're channeling John Lennon . . . ♥️
Dude. Sincerely hope you never read comments. But, this blog basically confirms exactly what I'd imagined the bubble must be like. Fuck, dude. Sending you good vibes and good weed.