Porn And Fame

July 30, 2010 by  
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I was reading today about Montana Fisburne, actor Laurence Fishurne’s daughter, porn film debut.  I’m no prude and really don’t care about people making, watching or whatever else they want in, about, or with the porn industry.  What caught my attention was her alleged statement: “I’ve watched how successful Kim Kardashian became and I think a lot of it was due to the release of her sex tape.”  This young woman wants to be famous and therefore she’s making a porn film.

How sad that fame is so glorified and people so empty inside that often we will commit acts against ourselves to achieve that which we think will bring us happiness.

Of course we are discussing  extreme  fame but how many of us have done things we did not believe in thinking others would look up to us?  Or how many of us have said things we didn’t believe in for the same reasons?

In this fast paced world of excesses and media cover up, the life of fame seems extremely attractive and we all want a part of it; with some of us more than others.  But fame as goal – which leaves behind who we are – eventually announces its true self as a blanket which aims to warm up our hearts but it can’t because it’s full of holes.

I’m going to go out on a limb here and say investing in our own sense of self will bring more contentment than anything that fame or adulation can do for any of us.

Creating a sense of self-worth and connecting to meaning may not make headlines but for sure it makes for good living.


The Real Difference Between Love And Dysfunction

July 16, 2010 by  
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heart in hands

It’s so amazing how we are addicted to chaos and dysfunction.  When I was younger I thought if people loved each other they fought, screamed, yelled and then in a fit of passion made up with each other.  That concept of love was partially baked at home but the icing came from watching soap operas, films and the headlines of newspapers and news programs.

I had my first boyfriend when I was thirteen.  It was an innocent relationship and we stayed together till I was seventeen.  But when I had my first argument with him, I actually spat on his face.  I didn’t plan to, but somewhere in my mind, I thought that would really show how much I loved him. Read more