So I know that your responses are going to be “move on…get over it….God maybe SHE was having a hard day…”
Yeah, yeah, I know all that, but there’s something that just rises its head every time I see her on the news, in a magazine, on a reality program that I think… pox on you.
When I was 12, my mum was the Marketing Manager for British Paints. Back when Rolf Harris had black hair and people weren’t as in awe of him as they are today, and he hadn’t painted the Queen, but he could paint a bloody good landscape with a house brush and two tins of paint. One purple and one lemon.
Anyway, British Paints were a major sponsor of the Great Aussie Picnic in Brisbane and because Mother was like Rolf’s keeper, my sister and I got to go into the VIP tent while Mum did the official stuff. She said there was going to be lots of famous people and to take our autograph books.
My sister and I were brought up with AMAZING manners and the oldies never had to worry about whether or not they’d be receiving those lovely judgmental looks from other grown ups that pretty much say “you are crap parents”.
In the VIP Tent, the last autograph to get was Lisa Curry’s. She was standing over to the side on her own with her back to the tent and I walked over and very politely said “Excuse me Lisa”.
She ignored me, so I said it again. Ignored.
Said it again. Ignored.
So, I’d had a quick look around, she wasn’t talking to anyone. Mobiles weren’t invented then, or if they were hers would have been sitting on a table with the chord hanging from the head set. She was reading something…
Now that I think of it, you know all that chlorine, maybe she was struggling.
I started to sound like a broken record because I realised she was just ignoring me because she could, she was famous you know.
Excuse me Lisa, Excuse me Lisa, Excuse me Lisa, Excuse me Lisa, Excuse me Lisa, Excuse me Lisa… in that sing songy I don’t care anymore kind of tone that kids can get.
She flew around and spewed at me… “JUST WAIT!”
I wished I was one of those children with an attitude and been able to say “get rooted” and walk away, but saying “nick off” to a kid throwing sand at our boat one day got me a whack on the arm, so “get rooted” was never going to make an appearance.
When she finished reading, she turned around and said “What?” and I then ended my sentence. “Could I have your autograph please?”
She signed my book and walked off.
I was so embarrassed that she spoke to me like that when I was using my best manners EVER because you know, she was famous.
As I turned into an adult and she started to make an appearance in things, and her marriage broke down, and her heart condition arrived and she got more masculine in her appearance and the young children she started dating and all the time I’m thinking, “if only you knew what she was really like to young children, you wouldn’t think she was so great”.
A friend left a comment on her page the other day where she was reliving the good old days of what she did in the pool, rather than you know, saying nice things about what the kids are going through in this day and age and the pressure to perform etc. Nooooooooo it’s all about her and her bikini bottoms that she thought looked a bit weird back then.
Jaded…yes I am. Sigh.
If you’ve had a bad experience with a famous person, I’d love to hear about it. If you have a theory as to why I’ve not been able to move this on in my mind every time I see her in some media, let me know. I’d love to never give her a second thought when I see her going on about how lovely she is ever again.