Posted on 03/29/2014 9:46:27 PM PDT by Albion Wilde
Who is that?
Let’s be honest though. However rich he is, neither of our grandmothers would likely let him through the front door nor let him sit at the dinner table with their minor children. The whole trashy baby mama baby daddy his clan has done for years now. And the kid he denied till he/she was way old enough to understand the goings on.
And 150 years ago neither of them would have been admitted to polite society. The parlors and drawing rooms of the whole city would have been off limits to them. He might have been allowed in the men’s clubs of the time. But wouldn’t have been allowed to any ‘real’ society events and certainly not anyone’s daughter’s wedding.
I think she was cray cray a little. Got older, hit the big M and realized not only did she not have kids, she didn’t really have a career either. Read somewhere that Jagger’s daughter and grand daughter are both pg and had a big huge baby shower and did NOT invite l’wren. If jagger and l’wren had still been ‘involved’ to any serious degree I suspect she’d have been invited. So I don’t believe his ‘of course’ statement about their being together still. I suspect they’d broken up and she got the ‘I’m moving on’ speech.
Could never listen to enough of their music for long enough to really decipher any lyrics. ‘Augh!, geezer music!..punch...punch...punch...’ searching for something else on the radio LOL. And I can’t see (other than the $$$$$) what would have ever induced any XX to pay him any attention at all. He’s right up there with Steven Tyler in the looks department. I guess it’s good he had the money, else nookie might have been scarce for him. I suspect he knows this as well, hence his opinion of women is just barely concealed in the lyrics...
To your point about "polite society": Growing up, I had always wondered why polite society considered show business people to be off-limits; this convention was alluded to in a recent episode of Downton Abbey when a renowned opera singer was invited to sing at a party at the Abbey in the early 1920s, but Lady Mary thought it would be inappropriate even for a classically-trained soloist to dine with the Crawleys. The ever-correct butler thought she should receive a tray in her room; but the American mother overruled, and the diva was seated next to Lord Crawley, who was co-opted into this display of modernity.
In post-WWII America, Hollywood made extreme efforts to sanitize their stars (through contracts that were the equivalent of indentures) and keep the lid on scandals, presenting their star products as normal American guys 'n' gals. This as we see has had disastrous social effects, as show biz people became a part of our lives through such marketing, and through family figures and child stars on our televisions in our homes daily; and then the truth started to roll out -- this starlet had a string of bisexual affairs, that romantic leading man was actually gay, this old drunk killed a man at a party, onscreen ingenues and war heroes are using heroin and cocaine, etc.
Thus showbiz filth and desperation became mainstreamed. While Ingrid Bergman may have been exiled over marital infidelity in the 50s, by the 60s you have Roman Polanski having sex with a 13-year-old; and his friends are still trying to defend him to this day. A designer friend of mine in Hollywood told me about another of the biggest Oscar-winning stars running in a pack of showbiz males who made a habit of poking pubescent girls.
The entire Jagger/Scott spectacle has so many karmic appearances, not that I believe in that -- I believe in redemption. I think both were trying to mellow out and gain some measure of adult standing. As I said in an earlier post, I worked in the arts and knew many women like her; in fact, two close friends and several acquaintances (out of maybe 600 arts acquaintances in the city) committed suicide when they hit 45, both men and women; and in a couple of cases, I was on hand for the horrible grieving of the families that they had left behind in their quest for the Big Time. It looks like this story brought that all back for me.
To your point about Jagger's wrinkly old face, I saw Mick live and up close when he was 21 and 25. His looks were never handsome; they were rather startling, with the big lips, long thick wavy "bed-head" hair that was a new thing then, and his androgynous dancing; but he was a lot better looking back then with a good body and the freshness of youth.
The thing about the Stones' music and lyrics when you lived through it as it rolled out for the first time: they were "the first!" in a lot of ways. Elvis was the first white guy whom American society allowed to get away with a lot of pelvic grinding onstage, although there were protests by parents. Then the next big thing was the Beatles, who cultivated a child-like appearance with the mop-top hair and matching suits that was far from the reality of their druggie lives. They got away with naughty innuendoes under that innocent appearance. But the Stones were the first group to present transgression, sociopathy and sexual callousness as normal, desirable and cool. It was symbolic of the "working class hero" posture of the hippy Youth Rebellion that was drugged and seduced into providing a useful cover for the socialist, anti-Christian political agitation in post-WWII Western nations. That, too, continues to this day.
It may be hard to imagine now, given the foul swamp of today's entertainment, but it was actually a dirty little thrill for the Youth Rebellion generation to hear the Stones sing "Sympathy for the Devil" -- the Sexual Revolution generation was also the last generation to have been raised in church. Mick himself had been a choirboy. He had also been a well-off upper middle class lad and was thus a consummate poseur. Through his music and the marketable branding of his off-stage escapades, he himself became "a man of wealth and taste." She was his larger-than-life, impossibly slender, raven-haired siren goddess, often dressed in fiery red silks and satins.
This is the stuff of which operas are written. I expect someone will mount this story onstage long after I'm dead. I wonder how they will spin it. L'Wren was not indoctrinated properly in hard-heartedness of the Youth Rebellion; she was more a child of the Me Generation. She was in 'way over her head, and just couldn't keep up.
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