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Just Spreading Around The Bloggy Paranoia  

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I pushed the delete button on my last post. Though I didn’t mean it that way (honest I didn’t!) it came across as a little bit whiny and a teensy bit braggy and even a bit cruel. Worst of all, by spilling my paranoia into your virtual laps, I spread it.

Yeah. It’s been a real head-trip.

Speaking of head-trips, over the weekend, The Spouse and I watched The Duchess.

I loved the clothes and the scenery and all the “my-lording” but was especially taken with the parallel between Georgiana (pronounced Geor-jane-a by the Brits) (which is where the name came from) (so I guess we say it wrong) (making them right) (again) Spencer, later Cavendish (a dishy name if I ever heard one) Duchess of Devonshire, and a certain celebrity. And, no, I do not mean Princess Diana, though, of course, it’s what everyone else is saying.

Let’s see . .

Too much drugs and alchohol? Check
A tumultuous marriage? Check
Numerous extramarital affairs? Check
Forced separation from her children? Check
Your life gossiped about by literally everyone? Check
Having to watch your ex enjoy life with another woman? Check
An early death? Remains to be seen . . .

Basically, Georgiana was the Britney Spears of her time. It boggles the mind to realize there could possibly be so much celebrity, adulation and down-right worship of a woman who walked the earth before the invention of cameras and recording devices. They did have artists and newspapers, however, and they were very effective in fanning the flames of super stardom, even in 1785. When Georgiana made a public appearance, she was routinely mobbed. Women wielded fans painted with her face. If that’s not enough to make a grown woman nutty, consider this quote I nabbed on wikipedia:

“Famously, when she was stepping out of her carriage one day, an Irish dustman exclaimed: "Love and bless you, my lady, let me light my pipe in your eyes!", a compliment which she often recalled whenever others complimented her by retorting, "After the dustman's compliment, all others are insipid."

Gadzooks! Talk about jaded! Perhaps I don’t need to be blog famous after all.