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Muselet: Through What Is

24 Mar
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“In order to get from what was to what will be,

you must go through what is.”

~Anonymous

Hello, you beautiful, beautiful souls you. I must be honest: I didn’t know how to return to you after being away for so long. It’s been nearly two months since I’ve written a new Musings, therefore two months since feeling that connection with you all, which is by far the most rewarding reason for doing this “blog” in the first place. I do not know how to be anything but honest with you, so here’s the truth: I’ve suffered a beat-down–physically, emotionally, personally and professionally–and I not only hit a brick wall in my capacity to create, but I wavered in faith that I’d be able to recover. I’m nursing a broken heart. But nothing…nothing heals me better than Musing aloud with the finest and kindest souls I’ve ever encountered *side-eyes YOU ALL*.

you let me stand under your umbrella. ella. ella.

In the past two months, the number of pristine Moments of Otherness have become uncountable. I won’t even attempt to highlight a singular event that impacted us RoyalRebelWatchers during these weeks. But I can pay homage to a few significant happenings that lovingly coaxed me out of my hiding place. I hope you’ll join me in my brief Musings on the splendor that has graced us since we last chatted. And then together we can look towards the greatness glimmering on the horizon, ok?  Ok, then, off we go. #OtherOn #ThroughWhatIs

Go forth and set the world on fire.

~ St Ignatius Loyola

Since we last spoke, we were in Paris, and better yet, we were whimsically compelled in Paris. Kristen was photographed in a fantastical couture ball gown, and hanging with visionaries Karl Lagerfeld and Mario Testino. So Paris -Part Deux was surreal. And essential on many levels.

Our Reigning Other Queen’s appearances at various Paris Fashion Week events were her first in a professional capacity since becoming the newly-named ambassador for Balenciaga. She attended the Balenciaga showcase in the company of Anna Wintour and Salma Hayek. She met up with her “On the Road Boys” [which we’ll reference another time] at French lounges, and dropped by show rooms of fashion icons. In short, Kristen brought. it. She represented while clutching an incredible Stella McCartney bag and wearing a couple of different leather jackets that reduce me to tears.

brb, weeping over that jacket

Our RebelQueen handled her ambassador’s duties with finesse and grace, and with few, if any, words. Oh and also? Kristen wasn’t alone. No, she was surrounded by love and support provided by her elite team. Her steady assistant John, her incredibly winsome publicist Ruth, her stalwart bodyguard JB and an encouraging and proud partner Robert.

The crowning jewel atop the sparkling Parisian tour was Kristen’s visit to the opening of the Marc Jacobs-Louis Vuitton Exhibition. Wearing a leopard-print Vuitton minidress and gun metal-tipped heels, Ms Stewart landed atop nearly every fashion critic’s Best Dressed list, including British Vogue. 

Now, I’m not someone  you’d call a fashionista, not by a long shot. But I do possess an appreciation for lovely material, unexpected lines, and rich patterns that prompt a physical response–an intake of breath. And I can ascertain an inner strength that exudes from a woman who is on a sky-bound journey called Greatness. Her emergence as a composed and congruent woman has been a steady, tantalizing unveiling, but make no mistake: She. Is. Here.

“Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.”

~Jack Kerouac, On The Road

So…as I worked through some painful decisions that impact the livelihood of my self and of my family, and more weeks melted away, I found myself cocooning for self preservation. As we’ve discussed before, there is an almost crucial compulsion to re-establish equilibrium for the recovery process to commence. And sometimes, we don’t know how to implement the healing. For me, I immediately withdraw and become quiet, so I can search for that still, small voice (some call this God, The Universe, Allah, Intuition, or…The Divine) to emerge. To access that inner compass, I write, listen to music, make some of my own music, and immerse in nature. I also look for guidelines as provided by strong models who surround me.

In a moment of startling clarity, and tremendous pride, I drank in the examples as exhibited by our Reigning Other Queen. You guise: the reason why I began writing Musings On Other Queens in the first place, almost two years ago, was to pay homage to an actress of uncommon poise and conviction.

I needn’t look any further for inspiration and gentle encouragement towards a courageous role model. These days, she is ev.er.y.where. 

Kristen has been signed on to play Marylou in Francis Ford Coppola’s adaption of Jack Kerouac’s seminal novel On The Road for years. She was approached by filmakers to consider the role before her Twilight days. The film project itself has been in development since the 1960’s and the role call of artists attached to it over the decades is nothing short of legendary. And yet, it is just now, over sixty years after the original scroll was typed, that the story is at last available to and for public consumption.

Now, I know that the book On The Road isn’t everybody’s cup of tea. But it is my cup of tea. I read the book at an extremely fragmented time in my life–my senior year in high school, while I was determining colleges, and grappling with my first bout of depression. This book–along with the book The Perks of Being A Wallflower and my discovery of Joni Mitchell and Tori Amos–served as balm for my wistful, wild yearnings for it. The ‘it’ that Sal Paradise, Dean Moriarty and the ‘beautiful sharp tack’ Marylou also sought.

Kristen Stewart knew, when accepting the role of Marylou for this film, that she was undertaking an enormously important project. This film was not only a life vest for an aimless teenager like myself, but is the visual manifestation of a story that is referred to by cultural commentators and historians as the ‘defining work of a generation’. Ummmm. Ok, so in other words, a Big Fucking Deal. 

So, while contemplating my next steps in reconnecting with Musings and you, I watched with saucer-sized eyes as our Ambassador of Otherness herself pushed through any reservations and fears she may have held. Per her usual method, Kristen immersed herself in Marylou’s story (‘Marylou’ is based on a lass called Luanne Henderson), attended Beatnik Bootcamp (dancing, listening to music, reading the literature of the time, watching films and discussions fostered by Kerouac, Ginsberg and Cassady). She divined her own inner mad Marylou to best connect with the motivations of a woman who was raw, wild, magnetic, simultaneously vulnerable and brimming with sexuality.

Ok, you see? She went there. She still waded through the stuff in order to genuinely experience this character. She is in the spotlight   and under extreme scrutiny every single day which I can only imagine generates an ungodly amount of stress and anxiety. She is the new face of an iconic fashion line, and she is spearheading at least two high-profile projects all while trying to maintain her connection to her family and beloveds. She moves through the here-and-now anyway. It is stunning to comprehend the level of strength it takes to do what she does. Every. Day. Are you bowing down to Royalty as I am?

“But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.”

~Jack Kerouac, On The Road

Well, my Rebel Royals, this is where we’ll stop for today. I wanted to dip my toe in the water before jumping back in, cannon-ball style, and I thank you for holding the space for me to do so. We have so many more amazing adventures to review together the Hunger Games movie and seeing Marcus Foster live (tomorrow night) notwithstanding… I still want to discuss with you all the implications behind the case study we approached last time, about Empathy Erosion and the desensitization to humanity as discussed in the last Musings——>A Stew Review: Compassionate Beauty 

Also, I so very much want to return to our roots, which includes the celebratory highlight of a new Featured Royal Rebel.  I want to talk about and give the mad props deserved to a brilliant, important English bloke. You may know of him already. . .

And we will discuss and rejoice over our Rebel Queen’s continued, brilliant courageousness …Because she is The Fairest Of Them All. She consistently lights the path for Others to tread.

I look to her, and you to help me move towards what will be by honoring and foraging through what is. Because it’s how we roll. #OtherOn

We are Other.

Kristen is Other.

Others choose to go through What Is.

Embrace your Other.

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QUESTION: What were your thoughts on Paris Part Deux, and the On The Road trailer? Can you recall a time when you withdrew from a stressful situation only to realize that pushing through the discomfort and fear was the most direct and honest path to recovery?

A/N: Now is when I convey my gratitude to you for the time you’ve  spent in perusing my ramblings, if you indeed made it to the end of this somewhat erratic post. THANK YOU. Though I’ve been on the periphery and quieter than usual, I am here. See you very, very soon. Always, KJ

VIPs in my LIFE and for this post to be possible:

@Kate_Suena @DeeDreamer16 @maybeimrivers @robkris13

BOUFFANT

My Always-Constant CyberSisters and Readers

*Last notes*

1. Take time to check the About KJ page if you would be so inclined. I finally updated a new Sentence Completion Exercise. 

2. Visit one of my bestie’s beautiful, beautiful book blog. And come get lost in it with me. Love you, Katie. And Thank You. For everything.

I’M LOST IN A BOOK SOMEWHERE

Today’s Musical Playlist: 

Joyful Girl (live) ~ Ani DiFranco

First Breath After coma ~ Explosions in the Sky

Lullaby ~ Sia

Fires ~ Shady Bard

A Stew Review, and Stew Anew Pt I

5 Jan
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“Whatever you do or dream you can do – begin it. Boldness has genius and power and magic in it.”
~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe 

Well, well, well. First and foremost, please let me wish you all a very happy New Year, my Misfit Rebels…you Regal Beauties of an Other Army!! 

I am a firm believer that in order to begin anew, we must pay homage to the roots we plant and to any steps forward [and backward and sideways and diagonal] we have taken to get to his point. Welcome to The MOO Stew Review.  After several false starts and two bouts of the flu, I am pleased to finally be back here, Musing along with you all into 2012. I apologize for not posting sooner this week, or before New Year’s Day as I had hoped, but my work schedule took an interesting turn.

In addition to the holidays and illnesses, I found myself designated the lone on-call psychotherapist liaison between Red Cross and my whole city as well as a turn at serving jury duty this week. Ah, 2012 took off at a sprint from the starting gate, and I’m literally just holding on for dear life. When I came back to my MOO outline for The Stew Review (several weeks in the making), I realized I simply had TOO. MUCH. TO. COVER. You all would have been sitting here for daaaaaayyyyys trying to read through my Breaking Dawn-sized ramblings. And I couldn’t do that to you. Not when you’ve been so understanding and gracious with me all this time.

i luff you for your patience

So, I’ve decided to re-imagine my year-end  and January posts via MooDrabbles again, like I had for November. New Year’s resolutions and all: succinctness and presence. Besides, it seems that you all dug the MooDrabbles, and it certainly helped me feel connected and immersed with you as we watched Our Reigning Other Queen own the Breaking Dawn promotional tour, just as she had dominated the better part of 2011.

*holds out hand to you* Shall we? We’ll continue where we left off in last week’s Muselet…where you amazing, amazing readers tweeted, emailed and pinged me with your thoughts on the most memorable Other Queen Moments of the year. Before I list the top three Moments of Otherness you all elected, I must pay homage to highly-applauded happenings  that enhanced our lead Majestic Misfit’s Otherworldly Beauty.  Honorable Mentions are up to bat…

The Other Queen’s Court

I don’t think we understood how profoundly successful a year Ms Kristen Stewart enjoyed until we attempted to single out our favorite moments, right? I noticed the first suggestions sent to me focused on the most current happenings, which is understandable, since our head Royal Rebel’s public appearances, magazine covers and copious interviews correlated with the Breaking Dawn release and the completion of Snow White and the Huntsman filming. But I found myself clapping and rejoicing when you beauties reminded me of the greatness that was the first half of the year.

The People Choose Gold

holy crow, Bella! You're GLOWING!

January 6, 2011, our Reigning Other Queen rang in the new year luminously. When the camera panned onto Kristen during the People’s Choice Awards, I literally gasped out loud.  It was insufferable to sit through that “awards” show..except for the shining moments that Kristen and her boys Robert and Taylor provided. And Twitter then broke. It was the first time we’d laid eyes on our girl since she went typically Ninja a few weeks earlier to spend the holidays in the UK with Rob. But when Ms Stewart stepped up to the stage in that golden-sequined Reem Acra dress and 19-inch Jimmy Choo peep-toe heels to accept the Favorite Movie Actress Award–well, it was nearly a religious experience. It’s no wonder Rob couldn’t stop staring. #ProudHobeau *winks at @drowninit 

It wasn’t just the sequined, miniscule uh, mini hemline displaying her ridiculous apendages, nor the flawless makeup and tousled, perfect hair that elevated the PCA moment from a low murmur to a Rebel Yell…it was one of the first glimpses at the grounded, more confident Kristen Stewart. With what would later become more the rule than the exception, our Ambassador of Other exhibited a new kind poise and grace but an accessibility too, all while strutting up stairs, and on slick stages in towering stilettos and blinding spotlights (and Queen Latifah monologues). If this golden, glowing Goddess was any indication of how 2011 was going to be…we were done before we even got started…hello first week of January. We’re done.

Lady In Untamed Red

For  a self-professed lover of the low-pro, Girlfriend sure knows how to unleash the beast and take serious fashion risks. At the annual Metropolitan Museum of Art’s (MET) Costume Institute Benefit Gala in May, Ms Stewart defined “Savage Beauty” in a very “Other-like” and purposeful statement. Wearing a floor-length Proenza Schouler gown and heels, Kristen walked the red carpet amongst the fashion world’s and Hollywood royalty … and she held her own.

The zig-zagging pattern atop the heavier, thicker, draping material signaled a departure from Ms Stewart’s usual, short and flirty repertoire, but the famous and elegant New York gala honoring the late Alexander McQueen may have been the perfect forum for the unveiling of a riskier, bolder Kristen. I for one applauded her efforts. Nowhere here do I see Bella Swan. Nowhere here do I see an uncertain wallflower. I see a young woman who owns the starkly jagged lines and unexpected, sensual, and  backless creation that dares you to look away…especially when the woman wearing such bawdy exclamations, leaves you behind.

Her Beauty Is Power

We knew. We knew when we saw Kristen wearing spandex exercise capris outside a fitness and yoga studio. We nodded in awe and confirmation when pictures of Kristen riding horses at a valley stable began to surface. We knew that our Badass Royal Beauty was preparing for her titular role in Snow White and The Huntsman (SWATH is such a rad Acronym, isn’t it??), but I don’t think we understood the profundity of it.

 When the filmakers of SWATH held a panel at Comic-Con, they dropped tantalizing claims of wanting to film something akin to “Lord of the Rings”. And then they shared the first official screen shots of the obscenely beautiful cast in costume for their promo pictures. It is then that many of us found ourselves struck dumb… and thirsty. Because we understood a leetle better now; that this film was a whole. new. level. And we wanted MOAR. 

It was in September, 2011 when I found myself completely losing. my. shite. On-set pictures began to hit the internet, displaying some action shots of filming from a secluded beach in Wales. As my eyes became saucer-sized, and my email box started screaming at me in ALL CAPS, I began humming Florence + The Machine’s The Dog Days Are Over because I could hear the horses coming, and I knew that we were on totally new territory. A Warrior Queen, trained in the Art of War,  led the charge.

And as more images peppered our already stunned brains and eyes, and the goosebumps rose on my arms, it became obvious that Kristen was apart of something extraordinary. 

I thought I had finished camping out for movies and premieres after my Breaking Dawn or Bust adventure. But, uh, no. I have no qualms about camping out,  flying to LA or New York [London?] to greet the premiere of SWATH. I’ve already mentioned this idea to @robkris13, @Just2CUSmile and Bouffant. **Witness KJ overturning pillows and crawling beneath the bed, rumamging for change to throw in a piggy bank for the SWATH adventure.**

Kristen has repeatedly, passionately described her filming experience on SWATH as “fulfilling” and her ideal role. Though she promoted Breaking Dawn at the end of the year, it became apparent that Kristen’s heart and soul were fully encapsulated  by her work with Snow White. She referenced her joy with the project, even while it was still in an infancy stage. She took a break in November from filming SWATH to promote BD, and she couldn’t contain her elation and admiration for her character, and her colleagues… her adoring declarations for all things SWATH collude perfectly with more Honorable Mentions of The Best Other Moments:

“It works, Girls!” ~on Jay Leno, re: throwing punches, as Snow White does

“It’s not a little girl sitting by a well with little tweety birds telling her what to do and where to go.” ~at Comic-Con, SWATH panel

“On Snow White, I am having the most fulfilling experience as an actor.” ~to Entertainment Weekly 

A Goddess Grounded

“An Authentic Life is the most important personal form of worship”

~Sarah Ban Breathnach

Lastly in this Not-So-Drabbleish-MooDrabble, I wanted to celebrate an Other’s insistence on comfort and authenticity. Moreover, an Other can be spotted when s/he is him or herself, even in the midst of folks who are acting or exhibiting behaviors in the opposite manner. An Other marches to his own drummer, regardless of the dominant beat. An Other wears Chucks when everyone else wears Designer…

Others slip out of 5-inch stilettos into Classic Skateboarder Vans to be immortalized in Hollywood History…

Others throw on Nikes with gorgeous Roberto Cavalli gowns at the UK Premiere of her massively successful franchise.  . .

Because, really, Others don’t give a shit. Others keep their [bare] feet…on the ground, even when everything around them threatens to usurp and uproot.

 A girl after this island-girl’s heart–choosing to go barefoot and pain-free in lieu of sexy heels that pinch and confine.

Sooooo, we’re wrapping up this first post featuring the Honorable Mentions in our Stew Review and Anew series… We’re just getting started, my Lovelies, and I thank you for your patience and kind understanding as I try to inject some structure into my B-A-N-A-N-A-S 3D life. But I have a feeling that we’re going to bear witness to our Reigning Other Queen’s best year yet, don’t you? I simply cannot wait to go on this ride with you.

In the meantime, I’ll see you all soon, with Part 2 of The Stew Review..and Anew…

Jeebus like rhyming much? Yes. Yes I do. Just as I am captivated and compelled by alliteration. See what I did there?

Anyway, get ready for the Top 3 Moments of Otherness. Catch you laters, Homies. And Happy New Year. xoxo, KJ

We Are Other.

Kristen Is Other.

Others understand that reviewing is integral in renewing.

Embrace Your Other.

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QUESTIONS: What do you think of the honorable mentions of the Stew Review? How are you? Talk to me. Tell me how your new year is shaping up so far…

A/N: Thank you. A special thank you to one of my Possum Besties @Ophelia_2010, who gave me the perfect pep talk today. Exactly when I needed it. And to @MyCleverAlias and @DeeDreamer16 who reminded me that we can just be “whelmed”.

Music PlayList for the The Stew Review

*Every single song on this list was prevalent over the course of the year in writing MOO. Stories abound. We’ll have to have a beer or three one night and hash it out.

Le Mar (The Ocean) ~ Beautiful Girls

Let Me Sign ~ Robert Pattinson

Such Great Heights ~ Iron and Wine

You Are What You Love ~ Jenny Lewis

Breakdown ~ Jack Johnson

After the Stom ~ Mumford and Sons

Illuminated ~ Hurts

The Fear You Won’t Fall ~ Joshua Radin

Thoughts Amongst Wanderers: Part 2

11 Sep

Misfit Musings on Wanderlust: KJ

I was going to respond point by point to B’s lovely and eloquent essay about the romanticism of road trips, and about what I think is Rob’s public (and quite clever) quest in declaring his affection for Kristen while also showing appreciation to fans. But quite honestly, Bouffant has an ability unlike my own to be succinct and still contemplative and impassioned. So I will leave it be. Originally, I planned to talk a little about some of my experiences traveling on the road, and tell you how my first road trip as an “adult” occurred when I was 18 years old. I had traveled many times with the family when I was younger, in the station wagon. Saw Yellowstone, bits of Colorado and Montana…But this was the first time it was my trip.

A girlfriend and I hopped into the car and made the infamous (and famous) drive from Los Angeles to San Francisco, split across a couple days. Clam chowder, breathtaking views of the Pacific Ocean, Cheetos, cigarettes and Johnny Cash’s heartbreak were our companions…Not only was I a thirsty, insatiable girl, eager for adventure, but I desired clarity, and first-hand experience of moving towards unfamiliar territory, outside my usual comforts. So I had hoped touch upon Jung’s Archetypes and shed some light on that insatiable thirst I spoke about…to maybe apply to Rob’s journey towards his girl..

That’s me. Taking a picture. Along the Carmel Coast.

In her book, The Hero Within, author and scholar Carol Pearson takes the basic tenants of Jung’s archetypes and helps readrs see how our “collective unconscious” informs and frames our current stories/patterns of behaviors. Carl Jung, the famous psychoanalyst and thinker, postulated that we humans are framed by and follow deep and abiding patterns, called Archetypes. Archetypes are found everywhere, in dreams, art, literature, and mythology…

Have I lost you? Are you wandering around in this French Maze?

Let me try to focus a bit. Pearson dubs folks like me..and probably Rob and probably you my rabble rousers, as Wanderers. We’re not always one with our Wanderer Archetype, plus we may actually visit this Archetypal stage several times in and out of transitions with different archetypes.
Wanderers choose to leave behind the unknown and standard, for the unknown and the extraordinary. In other words…Wanderers, (rebels) choose Other. They are compelled towards adventure and journeying for clarification and first hand experience, which I believe Mr Pattinson and his bandit Britpack are currently in the midst of. I, a fellow wanderer and Other am stationed along the road cheering them on, personally.

I’m gonna ride it, all night long…

 

As I was saying, I was going to go into detail about roadtripping, Archetypes, and Wanderers. But then my beloved grandmother went in for an unexpected quadruple bypass surgery on Tuesday morning. My adored brother Chew went into the ER for an assessment of unexpected blood clotting yesterday, and this all occurred while I was trying to organize a business plan, website and sole proprietorship of the Magical Little Practice. Suffice to say, I dropped everything this week so I could address these urgent matters of my heart..of Family Other. I did not get to develop my thoughts as wholly as I would have liked. Bouffant, the Goddess she is, stepped in and wrote some of her Musings down. *Please refer to the beautiful, articulate and sensical first half of this essay. * Quite honestly, when it comes down to it: What is the biggest source and motivator of all? Why drive across country? Why drop everything you’ve had planned to rush to hospital bed-sides?

 

At least I formulated a response to B’s beautiful Musings… I agree. This is the loudest NONVERBAL CONFIRMATION we may ever receive regarding Rob and Kristen’s private relationship. They both have consistently expressed their wishes to keep their personal lives and their relationship off the table. They also have both publicly expressed their affection and gratitude to their fans (perhaps not the clingy ones who make threats and rip off arm hair), and their disdain of the paparazzi and media outlets who aim to make a profit off of their likenesses, and their personal lives. The solution? A road trip, through the U.S.’s southern towns, where there is little chance of Vultures awaiting their arrival at off-the-beaten-path watering holes. Instead, kind and welcoming locals, greet the boys with their warm smiles and BBQ platters and opportunities for karaoke wishes to come true. And jam sessions with fiddle players?? COME THE FUCK ON?! How could you turn down that kind of opportunity? That sounds like a riotously good time to me! I have a feeling our Featured Rebel Royals this week would be fantastic Road Trip mates.

An impromptu jam session in a Houston bar have never looked so pretty

 

 

Featured Rebel Royal: Carey Mulligan

 

The lovely Ms Mulligan is a 25 year old actress from London, England. A self admitted “Shy tomboy”, Carey debuted her acting career in the beautiful film adaption of a favorite Austen Classic, Pride and Prejudice as Kitty when she was just eighteen years old. She confesses to having little interest in acting before she was 15 years old instead more compelled by academics and reporting being quite content to serve as audience to Broadway shows in New York, as her mother would encourage Carey and her siblings to appreciate art in all its incarnations. She saw her older brother Owain performing in a school play, a version of The King & I, and realized in that moment acting “is all I’ve ever wanted to do”, her realization dawning when she felt devastation at not sharing the stage with her brother. In 2007, Carey garnered massive critical acclaim in portrayal of Nina in the play The Seagull, in which theater critics proclaimed her performance as “extraordinarily radiating” and “almost unbearably affecting”. Pretty impressive accolades for a young Royal-in-Training sharing the stage with well known and prestigious actors such as Kristen Scott Thomas and Chiwetel Ejiofor.
When Carey traveled with The Seagull to Broadway to reprise her role, she received a Drama Desk Award nomination for Best Actress. Looks like our shy tomboy caused a stir among her peers in 2007, but she had already filmed the seminal role as Jenny in The Education over a year earlier.

 

 

In this movie Carey portrayed a precocious and impressionable 16-yr-old schoolgirl falling for the charms of a con man. With this role, Ms. Mulligan snagged the attention of the film world. This role also bestowed upon her critical acclaim and nominations from The Academy Awards, the Hollywood Foreign Press and the Screen Actors’ Guild. She received the Best Actress BAFTA award on the same night that our Reigning Other Queen Kristen Stewart received her Orange Rising Star Award.

Much like her fellow Rebel Queen Kristen, Carey exudes a refreshing vivacity that allows her to stand apart from her contemporaries, and even measure up to her predecessors. She emanates an effortless poise and grace (she has been likened to the incomparable Audrey Hepburn) while simultaneously remaining unaffected by the fame game and the burgeoning interest in her by the Hollywood Media Machine.



 

Again, like her peer and friend Queen Kristen, Carey prefers to keep her private life to herself, rarely if ever speaking about her relationship with actor Shia LeBeouf, whom she met when working with him in Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps, telling Vogue for their October issue on which Carey is the CoverGirl:
“Posing on the red carpet feels like you’re selling something that has nothing to do with you. It’s like we’re saying ‘Oh! We come as a pair! Would you like to buy both of us? We’re available for weddings and Bar Mitzvahs!'”
Carey is devastatingly gifted in her craft, abundantly charming, but she carries herself in a way that is unassuming and humble. She defies all the antiquated standards prescribed to her by a surreal Hollywood. She has a great fondness for the show Glee (as do I), though when she wanted to do a cameo for the musical show, she was told she was “not famous enough”. (And now Glee has slipped a little in my eyes). Undeterred, she continues to march to the Rebel beat in a variety of ways: preferring supportive film roles over lead roles; refusing participation in competition; denouncing adherence to the industry’s perspective on body image. “I don’t want to look like an actress; I want to look like a person!” She tells Vogue. Darling, you do. You look like a Royal Rebel kinda person, but a person all the same. And she has a new independent movie with Ryan Gosling and Christina Hendricks–two previously Featured Royal Rebels!!– in the works. I say girlfriend is coasting brilliantly on her journey.

 

Offenses of Otherness:
*Refuses to sell herself or relationships as product
*Admittedly fears the idea of being “known”
*Prefers supporting roles to lead roles
 

Reigning Other Queen: Kristen Stewart

 

Meanwhile, back at the ranch…While Rob makes his way across the south toward his Other Queen, her majesty has maintained a rather low profile, which is exactly how she prefers it. She is in New Orleans, preparing for her scenes with the incomparably talented actors Viggo Mortensen, Amy Adams and Elizabeth Moss (from Mad Men). The last documented pictures of her boast my favorite Kristen candid that I’ve seen in a long while:


 

While our Queen is off being professional, dedicated and effortlessly sexy, a previously well-enough liked actor and former co-star of Ms Stewart did some apologizing. In an interview with director/writer Diablo Cody,
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Adam Brody implied that our humble, though often misunderstood Other Queen should quit acting (“here’s the door”) if she “moans all the time” about being a “celebrity” [which she doesn’t, we all know this]. Of course, his less than flattering remarks triggered the Anti-Brody campaign and I can only imagine the badgering and backlash he received from Kristen fans (we tend to be locquacious and passionate in defense of our Stewie, legit), Adam issued an honest statement in response. “I sounded like an idiot…I sounded like a jackass…I sounded ungentlemanly.” All the while, our girl is happily unaffected by her former co-star’s unfavorable verbal vomit, because she is busy. Working. She is  an integral part of an already legendary film production, produced by the great Francis For Coppola, folks.  She is gathering an impressive bevy of colleagues and legends in her craft expressing admiration and praise for the “unique”, “insanely gifted actress”. Industry giants such as Sean Penn, Bruce Dern, Melissa Leo, Jody Foster and Sandra Bullock proclaim their fascination and compliments of  our Royal Rebel Kristen. And she has a fellow Wanderer, a Nomadic Trailblazer publicly driving across the country to spend some time with her. It’s why she is Queen, everyone. Just so you know.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Offenses of Otherness:
*Refuses to sell herself or relationships as product
*Declines the label of being “celebrity”
*Chooses roles of broken, imperfect, flawed Wanderers

Because he and his boys hopped in a car to seek clarity, experience and perhaps give the most public verbalization of his devotion to Queen Kristen, Rob is in a suit and donning a crown on the Royal Float.
Because she doesn’t let Glee determine whether she is truly famous enough, Carey is Rebel Royalty personified.
Because she is effortless, calm, poised and unaffected by a former colleague’s misinformed verbiage, immersed in work she finds valuable and unique, Kristen is our Reigning Other Queen.

 

Carey is Other.
Kristen is Other.
Others are compelled towards adventures
of the Unknown and Extraordinary.
Embrace your Other.

Question: Tell me about your extraordinary compulsions. How have you “pulled a Rebel Rob” and hit the road seeking Adventure and Love?


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A/N: Short one, for I’m exhausted. At the time of writing this, there was a house explosion and fire in my old neighborhood. Tweets, calls, texts came pouring in checking on me. It would have been a shitty shitty week if I had an exploding house too, but thank you so much for checking, my friends. THANK YOU. Family Other is ok. No more ICU stays or ER visits this week. I’m just home with yet another painful head cold. But I am blessed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

**Sisters/Readers, Kathryn, ProRobsten, bouffant, Bellasmummy86, JolieJessa, Julie, Buff and CC: You Sustained me this week.**

MUSICAL A/N: Music is such an essential part of my life, as it is for Musings. I know each week I change the playlist, so we don’t get a chance to revel in some of the fantastic songs placed on here for more than a week at a time. I’m compiling a MusingsOnOther Soundtrack and may include my own contribution, if I can get my hands on the proper permissions (the engineer/recorder is the only one who has an accessible copy). I’d like to give away copies of the Soundtrack once finalized, to readers/commenters. Should be available very soon. Keep checking back, mmmkay?

HOUSEKEEPING A/N: Because I’ve had an increasingly difficult time with this current host: BLOGGER, I will most likely be moving. Stay tuned, as Team Other packs up and makes way to a new, easier, prettier web domain. Again, I’ll keep you posted.

As Always, you all are pretty freakin fantastic. I love hearing from you. Your emails, tweets, and comments make my life. Truly this is an incredible community. See you next week. Yours, KJ

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thoughts Amongst Wanderers: Part 1

10 Sep

LONG-ASS A/N BECAUSE IT’S NECESSARY. ADDENDUM: THIS POST IS DIVIDED INTO 2 PARTS. HERE IS PART ONE. BLOGGER IS GOING TO RUE THE DAY….

Hello, Rebellious Revelers! It’s KJ here. Some of you know that I’ve had a tremendously challenging few days which included emergency bypass surgeries, ER visits, business license procedures and publication requirements to fulfill. I questioned on whether I’d be able to write Musings at all this week. But because the captains of Team Other have stepped up and gone above and beyond to support Musings and the independent little business I’m starting, I am able to post today. @Bouffant, my dear friend and regular guest-writer has anticipated my needing some help this week, and as a result, we’re presenting to you a unique layout in today’s edition: A K&B Collaboration. Big Ups and undying gratitude to B for her willingness to be my pinch hitter in this time of unrest and the eloquent results. Please take a moment and bow down to my Queen, @Buff_82 who not only designs and maintains Musings, but she possesses incredible patience for me and is in the midst of designing an insanely beautiful website for The Little Practice. Last, but of course, not least, I want to hug and kiss my soul sistah @CynicallyConvivial of KStew Is Better Than U, a proud Musings Affiliate, who not only inspires and keeps me laughing, but shows me how to move through challenges and junctions with grace and enthusiasm. New journeys are opening up for both of us, and it’s incredibly thrilling. Plus she pre-reads my ramblings at 2AM if I ask her to with minimal complaining. After this essay, I’ll make some notes about the music of Musings. Today’s essay is for Gram Other, Chew, Puss and Monkey, my family.

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time
A condition of complete simplicity
…And all shall be well
~ T.S. Eliot
Road Trip Ruminations: Bouffant
A road trip is a quintessential coming-of-age American experience. The automobile. Why, we even build shrines to dead cars here…


The car may have been invented in Europe, but it was made for America. Rock & roll music, birthed in the USA, is made to be listened to while driving down the highway, or getting down in the back seat (Hmmm… remember bench seats…). When your family lives in New Jersey and Grandma lives in Kansas, you’re not getting a plane ticket forChristmas, you’re getting about 10 inches of space in the back seat and a comic book to read on the way… or, in my case, you and your brother will trade off bunking on the back seat and on the floor, while your dad stretches out in the front seat, on your way from Chicago to Denver for a wedding (Dad broke down and bought camping gear for the trip back). Just about everyone I know has done multiple multi-state road trips, with families or with friends.


The romance of the open road was used thematically in Kerouac’s On The Road, written between 1949 and 1951. Reigning Other Queen Kristen Stewart has been on the road herself for the past couple of months, busy with the role of Mary Lou in the film adaption. She started with Beatnik Boot Camp (the coolest summer camp I’ve ever heard of) in Montreal, swung down to shoot in South America, and is now filming with the production in New Orleans. Presumably to prep for her role, fans heard that Kristen took a road trip of her own with some girlfriends a few months back, across the country from Los Angeles to Ohio, winding up at a Rob Zombie concert (now that’s random).

News about the production has been less than forthcoming… frankly, I’ve given up on trying to figure out their plans. The obfuscation could be due to the indie nature of the production, without a budget for PR efforts during filming… or it could be Walter Salles’ way of protecting the set and Kristen from over-zealous fans, allowing cast and crew to focus on their project without distractions. And who could blame them? That’s what they’re bring paid for, and they’re taking their work seriously. And the benefit will ultimately be ours, when we see the finished product.
Please, ladies… the arm hairs need to stay
with the rest of that fine body.
*Kj waves* HI TOM!!
While Kristen/Mary Lou quietly works in the Big Easy, her Royal Consort Rob Pattinson is making a bit of a splash with his own road trip. In between jobs at present (we know of nothing until Breaking Dawn pre-production begins next month), Rob had been mostly undercover in LA recently, until news broke on Sunday of a Rob sighting in New Mexico, of all places, at a restaurant, ordering wine with friends. The restaurant employee confided that Rob was with friends on a road trip, and was on his way to New Orleans…

courtesy of @bragirl2 &; Twitpic

Then news broke retroactively that he’d been spotted in Mesa, Arizona on Saturday, and Monday evening was photographed at a Lubbock bar, hanging out with friends Sam Bradley and Tom Sturridge, drinking what looked to be whisky and beer and perusing a karaoke songlist.

Tweet from Santa Fe, NM:
OH MMMM GGGG (HAHA) ROBERT PATTISON IS IN SANTA FE AND EATING AT THE RESTAURANT I WORK AT

And fans all over the world pulled up Google maps and feverishly discussed whether Rob was REALLY going to NOLA, and if so, what route would he take and where he might stop next. The romance of a world-famous Brit taking off on a road trip through the Southwest with his buds captured the imagination of fans. Nevah understimate the power of Twitter and Facebook…and camera phones…

Tweet from Lubbock, TX:
Apparently Robert Pattinson just bought out the entire bar at Crickets. Yes, that Crickets. The Lubbock one. What a mindf**k.

May we take your order, Rob?


It’s about 500 miles from London to the northern tip of Scotland. The islands of the United Kingdom would fit neatly into the state of Oregon. The British didn’t grow up in a driving culture like we did. What they did grow up with were westerns, and rock & roll songs that make you feel like you have the pedal to the metal, cresting a hill with nothing but clear blue sky and open land as far as the eye can see.

Now, the Brit adored by Americans is roaming our magnificent Southwest with his BFFs… sightseeing, boozing, sampling local delicacies, showing us his love for America and endearing himself to us forevermore.

Earning new fans one town at a time.

There is so much goodness in this picture. No words.


Not only that, he and his compatriots (one of whom is actually IN On The Road), are very publicly making their way to Rob’s very own Valley Girl, his American sweetheart and our Other Queen, Kristen Stewart. It’s a parade from Los Angeles to New Orleans, with thousands of fans cheering him on to go get his girl.

*wistful Kj thoughts*

I’d drive across the continent for this girl too

There has been much drama surrounding these two Royal Rebels in the last couple of years. They have consistently deflected and avoided questions about their personal relationship. They clearly want a measure of privacy, and they deserve that. They owe us good performances in their films, a little promo now and then, and nothing more. The curiosity surrounding them is understandable, given the explosive chemistry evident between them onscreen and off. Not everyone has wanted to respect those boundaries they have asked for. Their attempts to ensure privacy have allowed for misunderstandings, eagerly pounced on and spun into wild fictions by some. Just recently, Rob and Kristen have appeared to be more comfortable allowing themselves to be seen as a happy couple, although the verbal embargo stands.


Methinks Rob Pattinson is a sucker for a poetic gesture… a true romantic. Do you see that he has found a way to publicly declare his love, without saying a word or even acknowledging his audience? He is making his way across half the country to claim his girl. The paparazzi who make money off his mug are hundreds of miles away. Instead, fan photos and tweets act as pushpins in a map to chart his progress. Rob and Kristen know we are watching. I hope they know our delight – both at following an abbreviated version of the Britpack on a real, old-fashioned American road trip, and in the anticipation of a Royal Rebel Reunion. This may be as public a statement as we will ever get from them about their relationship. It’s beautiful, and more than enough.
~Bouffant

End of PART 1 Because Blogger is Being RIDONK Difficult. KJ’s Misfit Musings on the Wanderlust, plus more on the Featured Rebel Royals will post Tomorrow. Perhaps Blogger can handle it then. But here’s a look at our Lovely Rebel Queens, anyway. Because above all, it’s really about Other Royalty is it not?

CAREY IS SO VERY
KRISTEN IS QUEEN


See you tomorrow, my Extraordinary friends…

xo, KJ


The journey is the risk..and the reward

8 Jul
“We were all delighted, we all realized we were leaving confusion and nonsense behind and performing our one noble function of the time, move.”
-Jack Kerouac, On the Road 

Onward We Move

And it’s time for us to move. It’s time to push forward to the next adventure. Alas, the whirlwind promo tour for Eclipse has finally spun to a close, save for a shriek-worthy drive-by from Kristen and Rob at the AMC theaters in Century City this week. StrawberryStew and WFEFuckhotRob in the same room together, though brief, caused explosions far worthier than a Fourth of July fireworks display.

The way he looks at her? Ka-BOOM. 

Before pulling away from the curb en route to the highway, let’s take a moment to pay homage to the movie Eclipse. I personally felt it was the best of the three. I went to see it on opening day, with my sister Puss and good friend who is as close as my sister, SK. We had reserved seats at a swanky theater which contained an open bar and tables at our seats to set up all our glasses of vodka. Some of us *ahem* had many glasses, so thank goodness for that table and drink holders. For me, everything about Eclipse (except for the wigs) improved a dozen-fold. The pacing, the special effects, the inclusion of important story lines, the acting all vastly exceeded. Balanced. Kristen killed it. She reminded everyone out there that they’re wasting their time on a team worshipping the boys. I am a Team Bella/Team Kristen gal, and I was elated beyond consonant sounds to see Girlfriend represent. I drank in the chemistry that is Kristen and Robert. Their energy is crazy electric and not only was I turned on by their interactions, I felt almost guilty and pervy for watching there intimate moments of love declarations, marriage proposals and attempts at removing clothing. If Breaking Dawn gets the fan fiction treatment of the love scenes as rumored, then I’m going to have to excuse myself to use the restroom and then smoke a cigarette.

Sweet and pretty, yes. Explosive? um. NO.
Thanks for the memories, Eclipse!
 

So, I am going to stop right here and urge you to read CC’s (of KSTEW IS BETTER THAN YOU) review of Eclipse. It’s the only review for me that wades through the bullshit, with a healthy dose of #TEAMCHARLIE as well. Do it. Read her review (but don’t forget to come back here), and comment. She basically crawled into my brain through my eyehole and expressed my exact thoughts but in her much more articulate, brilliant, snarky fashion. Read it here:– CC’s Eclipse Review

Having tipped my hat to Eclipse, let’s talk about Kristen’s next project and the essence of this week’s Musings. Kristen is about to embark on a new journey of sorts. A road trip, if you will. She is leaving shortly for Montreal (where she will attend Beatnik Bootcamp), New Orleans and Mexico to film the seminal and aching On the Road based on Jack Kerouac’s memoir/novel of the same name.

Now, I’ll probably dedicate an entire future essay to my thoughts about On the Road, the book, the movie and how I believe that this role combined with Welcome to the Rileys will catapult Kristen to the cusp of legend; so, I’ll keep my gushing to a minimum here. I just wanted to take a moment to touch on some important concepts borne of Kristen’s involvement with this amazing project.

Themes represented in On the Road include restlessness, the search for creative expression, friendship, loss and finding a niche (hmmm, could Jack Kerouac be of Rebel Royal lineage?). Also there’s the undercurrent of challenging authority as well as mores of genders. Mary Lou, the main female character in the story, and the role of which our Other Queen Kristen will portray, is promiscuous, stubborn, defiant, intelligent and grappling with the challenges of defining herself. She is damaged and broken but passionate. She does not participate in anything halfway. She is a Go Big Or Go Home Girl. Well, none of the characters in the story are half-assers. MaryLou, Dean and Sal all take the risk, and jump at the chance to take the journey into self-reflection…and perhaps self-redemption…? But in Kerouac’s closing thoughts in the book, he realizes that while he makes it to his destination, he is haunted by and forever affected by the events on his journey.

Oh, and BlondeStew will play Mary Lou. mmmmm gah.

Take a Chance on Me

And so that leads me to this week’s theme: taking the risk, and reverence for the journey. Last week I walked the line of self indulgence as I told you lovelies that I had a hard time which induced many tears. Your kind emails, tweets and DMs were received with bewilderment and gratitude. You all have gone above and beyond in offering support and cheerleading, and I want you to know that you have helped me. Immensely. Why do I say this? Because I’ve made some movement. Because I gathered some courage and decided to return to my bold roots, and my gypsy spirit rejoices. You all know that I’ve struggled with the likes of BastardNation, witnessed my soul sucked out through my toes leaving behind a person unsure if working in the healing profession is in fact, bad for my health. You all remember the Miracle Bubbles when I decided I’d follow my bliss: 

The bliss was because I had decided to forgo Plan B and finally finally pursue Plan A: Creative Living. Singing, playing piano and guitar, writing, photography, Grilled Cheese Sandwiches as offering to work for ODO and Cascadega in BadAssVille in the Department of Royal Rebel Defense. Last week as I tried to keep the panic at bay, I realized that my unemployment term is very quickly closing in on me and I hadn’t even begun to scratch the surface in my plans. And I am flat broke on top of it all. All the accolades and pretty words in the world will not pay my rent or my car loan. So I sat down a couple nights ago, and listened to a little Prodigy and The Swell Season and kicked my own arse. 

I reminded myself how I’ve never ever let the pressure defeat me nor my optimism in this whole year of hardship. I reminded myself of all the risks I’ve taken in my life that have paid off beautifully: moving 500 miles away from my childhood home to a city where my soul is soothed; Going to graduate school at a private academy to obtain a Masters and credential to practice psychology instead of the world-renowned University I had originally planned for; strapping on a backpack and purchasing a one-way ticket to Southeast Asia in search of “home”… The travel essays I’m writing regarding the risks I’ve taken are filled only with moments in time, snapshots in my mind’s eye of profound connection. It’s the road not the terminus.

My travels to SE Asia led me to N..who led me to this lovely Hall.
That is me, the day before I married N on that staircase.

So a couple days ago, I walked in my neighborhood en route to my favorite diner with N. We passed a block full of picturesque boutiques and cafes. I wasn’t feeling any heightened sense of emotion except hunger for my egg and bacon sandwich. But something pretty miraculous must have occurred in order for me to shake off my breakfast-vision. Well, it was an opportunity for movement.

What did I do? I smooshed my face against the clean, streak free windows and tried to see as much as possible into the building. I called the telephone number on the RENT sign. I explained to a voicemail box that I am a therapist and I’m interested in seeing the room available. I didn’t have any other words, so I left my name and a telephone contact number. My fingers were tingling and the hair stood up on my arms as I surveyed the front of the small building at which I was still gaping. This space actually has two rooms to choose from and it’s a part of a HEALING CENTER.

I KNOW. After doing the happy-happy-joy-joy Ren and Stimpy dance, I skipped the rest of the way to the diner to meet N for my breakfast sandwich. I received a call within 20 minutes from the owner of the Healing Center. With my mouthful of eggs, I set up an appointment with the owner. I physically saw the space yesterday.

Fast forward to this morning. The owner calls and tells me she just had conversed with her partner about bringing on a mental health therapist into the practice a day ago, and the benefits of having psychotherapy available to their clients. Cue ME calling them about the rental.  The owner told me she’d like for me to become apart of their practice. They want my name to be on the front window along with the massage therapists, acupuncturists, and chiropractors for a holistic practice. They want my mother-loving, Kristen-and-Rob-adoring mug on their Wall of Healers. At this point I’m glad I smooshed my face into the smudge-free glass, and that knowing I had nothing to lose, I called the phone number on that RENT sign. There is no signed deal yet. This all just happened, like today, but I feel a deep satisfaction in knowing that I opened up channels because I took a walk towards my breakfast sandwich, and was open to Synchronicity (The Universe’s nudges can be sublime). Like Kristen, it is time for me to transition into the next phase of creativity: the working stage. But the movement is what is most important. While the final destination is important, the initial intention and physical kinesis of deciding on taking the risk: that is the reward. The trigger towards progression is really IT. 

This was kinda what I looked like on my walk home from breakfast

Featured Rebel Royal: Frieda Pinto

Lets talk about a couple ladies who have taken risks in embracing their inner Mary Lou. The lovely Frieda makes her debut as a Rebel Royal today, though she has been on Team Other’s radar for at least the past two years. Born and raised in Mumbai India, Ms. Pinto is the first Other Queen of Asian descent to be featured (oh but believe me, she is not the last, not even close). A B.A. graduate of English Literature and Psychology first, a model and actress second, Frieda broke into the mainstream’s conscious with her role of Latika in the brilliant and effecting Slumdog Millionaire. In the movie, Latika endures poverty, homelessness, servitude as a gangster’s mistress all in attempts to keep her true love free. In real life, Frieda’s very swift introduction to Hollywood threw her into the trajectory of the BullShit People’s feedback. Frieda had been dating publicist Rohan Antao for nearly five years, and as her star rose in the world, their union did not withstand the pressure. The pair parted ways in the year that Millionaire traveled the world for promotional tours. She currently dates her Slumdog Millionaire costar Dev Patel.

Beauty Marks: 1. Classically trained in Indian dance 2. Anchored for international travel show (I am in love with her for this) 3. First language is Konkani (can you even pronounce this, let alone understand the complexities of speaking it?) 4. Spokesmodel for Loreal, the first representing Asian/Indians

Offenses of Otherness: (Per Other-Hunters, Critics and AssClowns) 1. Defied the prescribed physical characteristics of models: is petite, dark-skinned, of Asian descent 2. Auditioned for a large studio film in her first outing (Go Big or Go Home) 3. Showed discernment and sensitivity while dealing with matters of the heart and her personal relationships.

Forever a dreamer and believer in taking risks, Frieda began modeling and attending acting classes while juggling her college courses. Upon graduation, she worked as a travel correspondent for an international television show, and took the chance and auditioned for Slumdog Millionaire. It would be her first movie ever if she landed the role. After six months of screening and reading for the directors and producers, then waiting for news, Frieda learned she received the coveted role of Latika in Millionaire. Frieda’s very first acting job became a wold wide success and received every accolade and award handed out including the Oscar for Best Picture. Frieda herself received a BAFTA nomination for Actress in a Supporting Role. And in a familiar romantic twist, Frieda met and fell in love with her co-star Dev Patel. Because she took never took her eyes off her goal, and decided to journey in pursuit of it, Frieda Pinto is an Other Queen.

Reigning Other Queen: Kristen Stewart

The lovely Kristen Jaymes Stewart has always, always credited her decisions of following her heart over her mind in auditioning for or pursuing film roles. Her astute discernment of roles have garnered her an extremely impressive resume. In a recent Eclipse press junket, Kristen claimed:

“I am motivated to keep working when I am happy, and not lying to anybody”

She reports choosing roles based on how she relates to the character, in finding the humanity beneath the grit. She embodies the job completely: studying and spending time with patients with Friedrich’s Ataxia so as to consume and be consumed by the role of Georgia, a terminally ill teenager with the neurological disease in a quiet and lovely film The Cake Eaters.

Beauty Marks: 1. Will choose a film role based on her emotional resonance with it instead of perceived box-office reception. 2. Looks for the humanity in every character she chooses to portray. 3. Will risk public backlash and slander so as to speak her truth. 4. Chooses to be in a relationship with Rob Pattinson though she has to endure the wrath and threats of critics and angry “fans”

Offense of Otherness: (Per BullShit People, Other-Hunters and AssClowns) 1. She appears miserable and somber all the time 2. Is ungrateful for her career and successes 3. Is unhappy with her personal relationships, she has no friends 4. Has little to no control over her fine motor skills (nervous tics much?)

To prepare for her role in Welcome to the Rileys as the stripper/prostitute Mallory, Kristen fully immersed herself in the journey of finding her inner broken girl. According to US Elle Magazine:

To prepare, she lived on junk food, learned to pole dance, chain-smoked, and stayed up all night. The rough living took its toll: Her legs bloom with bruises and her sallow skin with blemishes, all of them real. It’s difficult to imagine another young actress subordinating her looks so completely to her performance. This may well be the role that loosens the association between Kristen Stewart and Bella Swan, poster child for teenage angst. “

Other Queens Are Coming Home

Because I recognized that to break away from the ensuing panic that was threatening my happiness I needed to hit the road, and call Plan A out by name, I am holding a spot on the Homecoming Court.

Because she blew the antiquated physical requirements to bits with her small stature, dark skin and Eastern features all in her first audition for film work, Frieda is Rebel Royalty.

Because she refuses to take the easy route in preparing for a job that often takes her to the Dark Place, Kristen Stewart is our  Reigning Other Queen.

I am Other.
Frieda is Other.
Kristen is Other.
Others make the journey not with the destination in mind.
Embrace YOUR Other.


“The one thing that we yearn for in our living days, that makes us sigh and groan and undergo sweet nauseas of all kinds, is the remembrance of some lost bliss”

-Jack Kerouac, On the Road

Question: Are you taking the chances offered now to follow your bliss?


*All Kristen/Twilight pictures from KStewartfan.org and special thanks to TeamKristenSite*

A/N: This weekend I am embarking on a mini road-trip with one of my Sisters Marble Pole to meet up with fellow Sisters to watch Eclipse for the nth time. Big ups to Marble Pole for her willingness to be Thelma to my Louise this weekend. Love to Julie for her weekly pre-Musings check in. Hugs, kisses and tears to @Bouffant00, @Buff_82 and @Kstewsbtrthanu for pre-reading and giving me honest, constructive feedback that elevate words to prose, for leaving ME speechless. To Possum Besties @Ophelia2010 and @Justice_Aussie for Skyping me and reminding me why I fell in love with you in the first place (DELICIOUS ACCENTS). A Special W00t to the Clog-Wielding Queen who not only is brilliant but should really be writing her own memoirs. To @MissBettySmith for taking a chance and meeting me for some yummy soup. Your bright eyes miss NOTHING. As Always: My CyberSisters and Readers: You are an integral part of this journey and I would have it no other way. I am at your service, always.
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