Skip to comments.Drew Barrymore: Women Can’t Have It All – and Here’s Why
Posted on 04/06/2013 4:50:30 PM PDT by Vince Ferrer
It seems like Drew Barrymore can do it all: act, direct, produce, run businesses and be a mom but she confesses that is far from the truth.
I cant and I dont, Barrymore said at Luckys Fashion and Beauty Blog Conference Thursday in Los Angeles.
I was raised in that generation of women can have it all, and I dont think you can. I think some things fall off the table. The good news is, what does stay on the table becomes much more in focus and much more important.
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For any other generation before the 60s, this would have been common sense, but I am glad it is being spoken out loud. There are only 24 hours in a day, and everyone has to choose what is important.
I feel that many of our problems today can be traced to having two parents outside the home. Previous to 2008, we were in a bubble, one which we haven't acknowledged yet. Compared to previous eras, we were in an employment bubble. First it was novelty to have a woman working outside the home, then it was liberating, even for the men. But it eventually became necessary, as both parents were now required to work to be able to afford the McMansion and keep up the payments on the lifestyle.
After the 2008 crash, we all have had time to think about what is important, and having the greatest McMansion is no longer on top of the list. We have so many problems that can be fixed or lessened by having parents at home, from education, childhood obesity, attention deficit disorders, gangs, drugs, teen mothers, that we can start to see how important being at home really is.
After the housing bubble crashed, we have so many unemployed, probably permanently, that the best thing they can do is become a stay at home parent and homeschool their kids. They will have as much positive impact on society than going back to work.
She seems surprisingly smart considering the disaster of a childhood she had.
And maybe because of it. When you have a crap childhood, you have only two choices: repeat it with your own kids -- or find out what it takes to do it better, and do it better.
Hers was certainly as bad as they get in Hollywood.
Anybody watch her on TCM’s “Essential” movie picks with Robert Osborne? She’s wonderfully down to earth and talks with great love about the golden era of Hollywood movies.
Actually that’s one of the things I’ve always respected Jeff Daniels for. He has no love of Hollywood and chooses to live in small town Michigan (Chelsea). He’s a liberal by FR standards but has chosen to make his Purple Rose theater and his family the focus of his life.
Every success of my adulthood I can trace to having a childhood so bad I actually would wish on my worst enemy.
I can’t say those successes were worth it, though: the failures I can trace back are heart-breaking.
Failure to understand this leads you to a mountain of debt and a frantic life full of failure.
The most tragic failure is family. Marriages broken, kids neglected and not growing up to be dysfunctional people who do not understand the value of relationships, only things.
I'm not impressed with her latter-day "conversion." Once a skank, always a skank ... especially in Hollywood. Remember folks, she's an ACTRESS. She gets paid to pretend she's someone she's not.
Did she convert to something?
I didn’t notice.
I noticed she stated that it’s not possible for women to “have it all”.
Which is true.
As Rush would say, “it is what it is”.
No more, no less.
Yes, I enjoyed that.
She resembles her great aunt Ethel.
I can’t say that I know all that much about hollywood skanks, but if she was passed around as a sex toy before puberty it seems more of a failure and debauchery of the adults in her life rather than moral failings on her part at that time. That would take a while to get beyond.
This is a woman who turned her life around COMPLETELY and became a huge success. Bitter much jack hole?
Yes, she is utterly delightful & humble.
Yes, she is utterly delightful & humble.
She seems to be doing well now.
Naive much, doofus?
I hope you can overcome your bitterness and hate.
She’s probably still an Obama-lover.
I’m apparently a debauched piece of trash too. After all I did things in my youth that I’m not proud of.
Obviously nobody can have it all.
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Made the rounds sexually before she hit puberty? I think we call that statutory rape... or does an 11 year old ask for it? Never mind, I don’t really want to know your answer.
Well said! Thank you.
Yeah, I agree. Many of our generations were fed a load of bologna.
Well said ma’am.
She’s been a good egg for a long time now. Boy you sure are threatens by a woman with a checkered past.
I heard her in a long interview on NPR’s Fresh Air a couple years ago and came away very impressed. Delightful and humble describes her well.
Wow, someone from Hollywood that has a brain in their head and uses it. How refreshingly rare.
Yes genius... all before she hit 15. She had terrible parents and a horrible childhood. So “once a skank, always a skank”, even if it all happened before you were 15.
I have no idea what Drew Barrymore is like in real life, and if she’s sincere or not. But I think there’s no doubt about YOUR real character.
Yeah, she’s quite the model mom:
Pray for America
A lot of people have grown up with far less and done far more.
I’m talking about what she did BEFORE she was 15. That’s what you were originally talking about. You’re honestly going to write off someone for life for things they did before 15?
Statutory, yes. Forcible, not necessarily ...
or does an 11 year old ask for it?
An 11-year-old skank might.
That was in 1995. Eighteen years ago. She was 20. I’ll give her a pass.
I don't have to "write off" anyone. I'm sure Drew Barrymore couldn't care less what I think of her. At the same time, I'm not gullible enough to believe that because she smiles for the cameras and gushes about how she's "reformed," she actually IS.
Maybe she's learned her lesson. Maybe she's not taking on the Sixth Fleet every time they're in the harbor. Maybe she's eating tofu and working out with her personal trainer four hours a day before biking down to the homeless shelter to feed starving boozehounds.
Or maybe she's still hitting the Ecstasy-Cocaine-Mazola party circuit on the downlow, and peddling this kind of hash to gullible fools so they'll watch her incredibly crummy movies.
You believe one thing. I believe another.
Well, I happen to believe in repentance, even of the secular, rather than religious kind. Folks can, and do, change, every day.
In other words, your mind is made up “just because it is”. She used to get drunk when she was 11. WHORE!!!! They never change!!!!
I’m sure you’ll have a great day tomorrow, screaming at those damn kids to get off your lawn.
It’s pointless to appeal to hard, closed hearts. Don’t let
the negativity get in you, do something else before it does.
Kind of harsh don’t you think?
Right or wrong, you are entitled to believe what you want.
But I'm positive that we all can agree that Drew Barrymore never was, nor never will be a F'N POS like Jane Fonda!
I don’t have a link, but I recall several years back she was filming a documentary of some sort and talked with members of the DC Chapter who were out protesting. Those posting about that meeting were impressed that she was nice, polite and bright.
Honey, I don’t have time for negativity, or the folks who peddle it. ;o)
She’s a good actress, too. Very likeable in everything she’s in, especially those Adam Sandler movies (which I love).
I'm a pretty good judge of genuine people and phony-balonies. Drew has a million-dollar last name...and she could be arrogant and affected if she had let the heritage go to her head.
However, I'm delighted to say she is genuinely unaffected, humble, fun, personable, bubbly, appreciative of her lot in life....and she appears to have a well-balanced and undramatic personal life. Now she's a proud new mother.
Drew has an almost child-like love of the acting profession and the art of film-making....a love that's probably in her Barrymore genes. I enjoy viewing her and listening to her informative comments on the movie industry when she and Osborne discuss the evening's feature film. She's got a lot of cinema history from the silents forward in her pretty little head.
Many folks seemed to think she'd tread the same sorry, disasterous paths as a couple of her illustrious late relatives, but she evidently has turned out to be a conservative, happy housewife, mother, businesswoman, director and actress....and she seems to be handling all her balls in the air very well indeed. I wish her all the best.
An excerpt from Disillusionment by Thomas Mann
Do you know, my dear sir, what disillusionment is? he asked in low, urgent tones, both hands leaning on his stick. Not a miscarriage in small, unimportant matters, but the great and general disappointment which everything, all of life, has in store? No, of course, you do not know. But from my youth up I have carried it about with me; it has made me lonely, unhappy, and a bit queer, I do not deny that.
You could not, of course, understand what I mean, all at once. But you might; I beg of you to listen to me for a few minutes. For if it can be told at all it can be told without many words.
I may begin by saying that I grew up in a clergymans family, in quite a small town. There reigned in our home a punctilious cleanliness and the pathetic optimism of the scholarly atmosphere. We breathed a strange atmosphere, compact of pulpit rhetoric, of large words for good and evil, beautiful and base, which I bitterly hate, since perhaps they are to blame for all my sufferings.
For me life consisted utterly of those large words; for I knew no more of it than the infinite, insubstantial emotions which they called up in me. From man I expected divine virtue or hair-raising wickedness; from life either ravishing loveliness or else consummate horror; and I was full of avidity for all that and of a profound, tormented yearning for a larger reality, for experience of no matter what kind, let it be glorious and intoxicating bliss or unspeakable, undreamed-of anguish.
I remember, sir, with painful clearness the first disappointment of my life; and I would beg you to observe that it had not at all to do with the miscarriage of some cherished hope, but with an unfortunate occurrence. There was a fire at night in my parents house, when I was hardly more than a child. It had spread insidiously until the whole small storey was in flames up to my chamber door, and the stairs would soon have been on fire as well. I discovered it first, and I remember that I went rushing through the house shouting over and over: Fire, fire! I know exactly what I said and what feeling underlay the words, though at the time it could scarcely have come to the surface of my consciousness. So this, I thought, is a fire. This is what it is like to have the house on fire. Is this all there is to it?
Goodness knows it was serious enough. The whole house burned down, the family was only saved with difficulty, and I got some burns. And it would be wrong to say that my fancy could have painted anything much worse than the actual burning of my parents house. Yet some vague, formless idea of an event even more frightful must have existed somewhere within me, by comparison with which the reality seemed flat. This fire was the first great event in my life. It left me defrauded of my hope of fearfulness.
Do not fear lest I go on to recount my disappointments in detail. Enough to tell you that I zealously fed my magnificent expectations of life with the matter of a thousand books and the works of all the poets. Ah, how I have learned to hate them, those poets who chalked up their large words on all the walls of life because they had no power to write them on the very sky with pencils dipped in Vesuvius! I came to think of every large word as a lie or a mockery.
Ecstatic poets have said that speech is poor: Ah, how poor are words, so they sing. But no, sir. Speech, it seems to me, is rich, is extravagantly rich compared with the poverty and limitations of life. Pain has its limits: physical pain in unconsciousness and mental in torpor; it is not different with joy. Our human need for communication has found itself a way to create sounds which lie beyond those limits.
Is the fault mine? Is it down my spine alone that certain words can run so as to awaken in me intuitions of sensations which do not exist?
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