I can’t get enough of this! The Gretzky Family Christmas card! It’s my screen saver. It’s like Vanity Fair meets Awkward Family Photos all riddled with the sub-text of dysfunctional family issues. No one is actually smiling, the mama is really just showing her teeth, the way mamas do when they are about to bark out an order. The glum little one in the middle is the star of the show, a world-weary 8 year-old whose expression seems to say: ”Beautiful people have problems, too.” Lol.
Like most Canadians, I have an affinity to Wayne Gretzky. I think of him as an older brother because he reminds me of my own. The Golden Child archetype who has to carry the all the hopes and dreams of the rest family in his shoulders. I could never have sibling rivalry with my brother, The Other Great One, as I am completely content living in a shadow. In fact, because I was born way behind the rest of the lot, I always felt like a pet which was awesome. More Milkbones for me!
Anyway, this photo was on the cover of the Toronto Star today with an actual article that went along with it. Paulina Gretzky, the oldest daughter, tweeted it out and then it got REMOVED FROM TWITTER! Media brouhaha ensued! They are like the Khardashians! A family of pimps and hos, exploiting themselves for fame and…more fame. And now that it is removed from The Twitter and the bottom-feeding bloggers are posting it, it is a news story. They accuse Paulina of being a Twitter slut. And I am in love with her. She has the untrammeled mojo of a woman twice her age. Imagine what she’ll be like when she’s in her cougar years. I bow to her to Greatness. I am following her Twitter and maybe I’ll learn a thing or two. Buzzkill Wayne made her to close her account in November for a nano second so in case it happens again, luckily there is a gallery of her best Instagrams that you can click on here.
And aside from that, we are on Day Four of Orgy Week and I am hell-bent by this time next year, “#orgyweek” will be a hashtag on Twitter and part of the popular vernacular in general. In case you are new to this blog, Orgy Week is the week between Christmas and New Years where you do what you want, not what you think you should do. You would be surprised how much you learn about yourself when you let yourself “be.” My revelations so far: I am a hermit! I actually like cole slaw!
And speaking of dysfunction families, Evangeline and I went to see “The Descendants” which made me cry. I like crying, I’m always on the verge anyway. All is not what it seems from the outside, as George Clooney says in the beginning:
“My friends think just because we live in Hawaii, we live in paradise. We’re all just out here sipping Mai Tai’s, shaking our hips, and catching waves. They say we are immune to life. How could they possibly think our families are less screwed up…our heartaches less painful?”
Maybe it’s the same with the Gretzkys. Maybe Paulina’s Twitter account is just a cry for help, that kind of hunger for attention is destined for doom. The need for validation is a bottomless pit when you are seeking it from outside yourself. All that having to suck your stomach in to take a headless shot of yourself in a bikini in a mirror from a hotel room is really kind of pathetic….no, it’s awesome, who am I kidding? That’s just the Orgy Week Cheetos talking.
3 more sleeps and Orgy Week is over, thank God. I think too much the rest of year and now I am over-thinking everything. Also I need to put on some lipstick. Soon things will be normal, N*O*R*M*A*L! Until then, here’s the trailer to ‘The Descendants,” go see it:
