Heroes
Do you have any female relatives, friends or even strangers (writers, actresses, etc..) that have impacted you and your life?
Writing about my Aunt Julie really made me start thinking about what a HUGE influence she was on me during my formative years. She was always considered the 'black sheep' but she was still my Dad's favorite sister.
She had red hair and freckles and a giant set of boobs and a tiny waist. She was all of 5' tall but wore GIGANTIC heels. She was gorgeous and completely indifferent to the fact that men ogled her constantly. She gave me weird random factoids for no reason at all... like one time she told me that Marilyn Monroe always wore her bra to bed so her tits wouldn't sag.
She had a wicked temper. She once stabbed her husband in the arm for calling her a *****. Another time she threatened one of my 8th grade classmates with dismemberment for picking on me.
She taught me how to shave my legs when my mother was certain it was too soon. She was the one who convinced my parents that wine with dinner was okay for me when I was 10.
She lived in the city but came out every Saturday to play cards with my parents at night... but during the day she was all mine. She would let me drive her car and take me to the mall and teach me how to flirt with boys. She took me to movies that my parents thought were too scary for me.
She would take me to the city for sleepovers. She took me on the subways and in taxis. She would take me to art shows and introduce me to the weirdest and coolest people. She would take me to little dives where we would listen to musicians and she would always know them.
She was wild and funny and free spirited and just the right amount of insane. She died from breast cancer in 1998.
I miss her like fire.
Writing about my Aunt Julie really made me start thinking about what a HUGE influence she was on me during my formative years. She was always considered the 'black sheep' but she was still my Dad's favorite sister.
She had red hair and freckles and a giant set of boobs and a tiny waist. She was all of 5' tall but wore GIGANTIC heels. She was gorgeous and completely indifferent to the fact that men ogled her constantly. She gave me weird random factoids for no reason at all... like one time she told me that Marilyn Monroe always wore her bra to bed so her tits wouldn't sag.
She had a wicked temper. She once stabbed her husband in the arm for calling her a *****. Another time she threatened one of my 8th grade classmates with dismemberment for picking on me.
She taught me how to shave my legs when my mother was certain it was too soon. She was the one who convinced my parents that wine with dinner was okay for me when I was 10.
She lived in the city but came out every Saturday to play cards with my parents at night... but during the day she was all mine. She would let me drive her car and take me to the mall and teach me how to flirt with boys. She took me to movies that my parents thought were too scary for me.
She would take me to the city for sleepovers. She took me on the subways and in taxis. She would take me to art shows and introduce me to the weirdest and coolest people. She would take me to little dives where we would listen to musicians and she would always know them.
She was wild and funny and free spirited and just the right amount of insane. She died from breast cancer in 1998.
I miss her like fire.