TJ went off to autoethnagraphize today, while I, the little wombyn, remained in Greene.
I lounged on Gary and Janice’s fainting couch, wondering what the Real Housewives of Orange County were up to.
|Real Housewives of OC is currently casting. I wonder if they're seeking animal lovers.|
Participating in the creation of The Artist Formerly Known as Trina is the second peripheral experience I’ve had around an extremely charismatic person whose life is being turned into film. This second experience has helped me to conclude that I would neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeever like a documentary made about me.
I don’t mind being part of the scenery, I’ll play the part of a tree or fire hydrant, I look great in ginkgo leaves, but don’t cast me as your sun.
The epic nature of TJ’s origins, childhood, adolescence, college month, collegiate aftermath, and so on and forever and ever are ideal film fodder. To observe all her life's moments is miraculous, and moreover, she tends to enjoy it. Sometimes, she recoils, slightly, but on the whole, as I’ve said before, she is a whitty whind up toy.
|Tj poses with a cornerstone of her culture.|
Watching Bridget and Scott at work, interviewing TJ’s family and childhood community members, was intense. It was like observing an autobiographical colonoscopy. Deep probing occurred, but the results were worth it.
|Awaiting the results.|
The Artist Formerly Known as Trina will amaze.
I wonder if the Real Housewives of New York are casting an elm.