False Idols.

Bosom friends!

Here we go again and again and again.

I am very relieved to finally learn that Kylie Jenner's lips are in fact filled up just like a Krispy Kreme doughnut. As you see the K curse is still alive and kicking. Kylie Krispy Kreme Kardashian Jenner.

In the sneak peek to this Sunday's brand new Keeping Up With the Kardashians, Kylie admits, "I have temporary lip fillers, it's just an insecurity of mine and it's what I wanted to do."
She adds that being in the spotlight isn't easy and "Everyone always picks us apart." Because of the extreme scrutiny she's always under she explains, "I want to admit to the lips, but people are so quick to judge me on everything, so I might have tiptoed around the truth, but I didn't lie."


I am enlightened by such wisdom and farsightedness.

The whole family talks abut it like they were discussing what happened in Nepal. They all treat the issue as if they were planning to go and build a new orphanage in Haiti.

At Kylie's age the only thing I wanted to get bigger was my monthly allowance.

We all go through those damn teen years, some of us come out of them alive, some of us carry that baggage for years and some others surface from that phase with plumper lips and some not so well deserved publicity.
Kylie is the perfect example that you don't cure your insecurities by fixing the way you look. That can perk you up temporarily (pun intended) but the real work needs to be done by facing our weaknesses and anxieties.
Papa don't preach, I'm in trouble deep
Papa don't preach, I've been losing sleep.

On the other hand we have a lady who is so secure of herself and so well established that she can afford to call an Academy Award (AKA Oscar) a false idol.
I am talking about Natalie Portman. Yes, the Oscar winner for Black Swan. She said she doesn't exactly know where the golden statue is located in her house but for sure she is not going to display it since she recently realized that worshipping a fake idol is not something she is going to endorse.
In her own words:

"I don't know where it is, I think it's in the safe or something. I don't know. I haven't seen it in a while. I was reading the story of Abraham to my child and talking about, like, not worshipping false idols. And this is literally like gold men. This is lit­er­ally worshipping gold idols — if you worship it. That's why it's not displayed on the wall. It's a false idol."

Fair enough.
I am sure there are many of her colleagues who would sell their first born for an Oscar but I suppose once you actually get that kind of acknowledgment over your career the trophy that comes with it becomes nothing more than a dust-collecting-false-idol.

Good for you Natalie.

My sole encounter with Natalie happened at the Venice airport in Italy. She was leaving the floating city after the Film Festival and I was leaving after the I-never-see-enough-of-you Festival hosted by my mother.
At that point Natalie already had Black Swan under her belt and a baby in the oven. I didn't know about the baby. The rest of the world didn't. Maybe she didn't even know back then. Such a mesmerizing detail...
Anyway.
Since the hubby is a huge fan of frigging Star Wars I very discreetly and politely approached her just to tell her that my husband loved the saga in which she played Queen Padme Amidala. Then I would have told her that I loved her in a kind of unknown movie called Closer. Then I would have told her that the hubby made me sit through all three of the Star Wars new episodes and that I was so glad she was in those movies because she was the only reason why I managed to suffer through them. Then we would have had a giggle together, perhaps she would have whispered in my ear "nobody knows but I am pregnant" I would have told her Mazel Tov and I would have cherished that rendezvous for the rest of my life.
Instead as soon as I said "Natalie I don't mean to disturb you" she looked at me like a reindeer in headlights, then she looked at her body guard (who was the size of the Hulk minus the green complexion) and I only manged to say "We love you". Creepy enough...we??? Who's we? Myself and the voices in my head? I meant hubby and I...poor me... At that point she looked at me like I had a freshly laid poo on my head and said "oh, that's nice, thank you".

That is how I managed to spook Queen Padme Amidala.

The "force" was not with me at all.

Ciao for now.