Comments by "christine paris" (@christineparis5607) on "Biographics"
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@jakejakec5977
I don't think, personally, that Prince was rude. I saw him a lot, and he was always quiet and soft spoken, even when asking for a favor. He never had huge bodyguards unless he was going out, because so many people stalked him, threatened him and wanted to meet him. I know that there are a lot of people who probably felt insulted because he didn't want to talk to them, but he was very used to being stared at, and just ignored it. He and his entourage always dressed up when going out, because they were always on show out in public. If they didn't, they would never hear the end of how they "didn't make an effort", or "looked terrible in real life". I was around a ton of big stars in the 90s, and you cannot imagine the horrendous things the average person would walk up and say to them. Most people just blurt out unbelievably rude opinions on the famous persons looks, clothes, life, partners and choices. It gets old, so stars are forced to keep a distance. They are also always being stalked by unbalanced persons, which they try to keep quiet about, because stalkers LOVE to think that they are noticed and talked about. If some guy was too close and staring obsessively at Prince, want them to leave before they did anything scary.
It's so easy to judge if you weren't there, but you can't imagine the awful crap they have to endure all the time. I was interested in show business when I started there, but I very quickly decided that the life, if you are successful at all, is awful, constricting and dangerous. You are never really alone, or safe. I just don't see how anyone could stand it...
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Hoàng Nguyên
I hear what you're saying. My uncle was over there fighting at 19, and what he saw he would never speak of. When he came back he was 23 with a massive drinking addiction, joined a motorcycle club and hated most authority ever after. He was shy and kind. He passed away three days ago.
I'm so sorry that he was there, and so many lives were destroyed by whatever he was commanded to do. I know he hated himself and could not live with the pain. He never wanted to be there. I know he would tell you he wished we were never there, that he never would hurt any living creature, and that he would ask you to forgive him. I'm not asking you to forgive, because that's too much to ask. Just know that he was sorry, and I will be too, and I have tried to make my life about protecting and speaking for those with no voice, and stopping abuse. I love my country, but there are hateful elements that only thrive on hatred and war on the powerless, the disenfranchised, the easy targets.
I stand with humanity. Stop the violence.
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I drove to Lubbock one weekend for a wedding, and as we drove through the night, the radio gave a warning (before the internet, early 1990s) and said a tornado had just touched down in Sterling Texas and to take cover, NOW. right about that time, we passed a sign that said, "Sterling, Texas, Welcome!" The town was locked down tight, the electricity was obviously down and after we drove through town, we discovered the tornado...it had passed the road in front of us without our seeing it (until we saw the tons of mud and debris all over the freeway) and when I rolled down the window and was peering out, lightning lit up the sky and I saw the tornado in a field waay too close to where we were. Constant lightning kept up with it and really weird tendrils were reaching out from the funnel and the noise was incredible. We just floored it to get out of there. We must have hit a hundred and I was totally panicking, because the entire sky was practically down on top of us, swirling and reaching down. My husband had stuff to do driving, avoiding all the crap in the road at high speed. We made it to this big very old hotel in downtown Lubbock (I can't remember the name, but it was historic) just as another tornado warning went off announcing a tornado touching down outside of town. I didn't even care anymore. I had been so scared I had nothing left. I went to the bar, somehow sneaked a gigantic drink up to my room and brooded in the bathtub with it until I was cross eyed. It was great! The rest of the wedding party was celebrating down there, but I went to bed and happily passed out...I've seen tornados since, but Lubbock has the biggest ones I've ever experienced....
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My husbands friend Kurt was a wonderful young gay man from El Paso, Texas!!! Can you imagine??
He grew up having to hide or be killed, probably. He moved to San Antonio, Texas, which had a growing, wonderful community in the early 80s, of everyone! There is STILL a fantastic dance club there, called the Bonham Exchange, which welcomes everyone, and where my husband met Kurt. They worked together at a bookstore, became great friends, and when I met him, I loved him too, he was the sweetest guy and made people happy, just by being around.
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@florenmage
I know! Reading that struck me for days! My mom was half native American Indian and French Creole, and my dad was French Irish, so I've always been fascinated by the history of America and Mexico. The early French trappers and mountain men would routinely live and marry into the tribes for the first hundred years or so of outside exploration of the country. It became discouraged when the "aquisition" of land to enrich Europeans meant trying to exterminate any people who wouldn't move off their tribal lands.
Obviously, there were still people (like my grandma!), who found Indians had a lot going for them, and got around the prejudice by passing off my mother as her husbands child, not her indian lover, which, in my opinion, was pretty pointless, since my mother from a baby looked so much like a movie cast Indian that without knowing her background, my sister and I nicknamed her "squaw"..(I know it's horrible, but our only info on Indians in the 1960s was tv western depictions...)
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