Insult Panel…
By Carrie • Sep 15th, 2009 • Category: NewsYou guys, I just read a bunch of your posts and I have to say……….you’re all pretty much incredibly awesome.
Not even pretty much. Beautiful much. Much to the 9th power. SympatiCo. Kindred. I’ve come to find (on all fours) that if you talk to people with the best of yourself, you tend to get the best of whatever human you’re connecting with back. And baby got back big time blog wise.
I’ve been thinking a bit more on this topic recently, and have decided that people should have to get an insult license. I mean, those who insist on posting or other unwise their contemptuous remarks concerning those of us who are less than perfect. You know—-apply to a official board—–qualified in whatever way you need to be qualified in order to look down on others. Some kind of Hitler Youth Panel. (obviously not literally, but that TYPE……… Blonde. Clear eyed. Able to identify flaws at 30 paces. Expert. Vaguely reminiscent of David Beckham or Jessica Simpson. Not emotionally involved. No reason to be envious. Also able to provide tips on how to improve said flaws almost compassionately. Beauty tips. Tips on how lure others into your carefree thrall……..Ensnared in your intoxicating, irresistible, fungal free net. “Dis”passionate. Etc.
Or ECT. Whatever works.
Oh! And while we’re not on the subject, I’ve written a rap song called, “Honore de Ball Sack”……..which I hope to debut on this website in honor of the kindness you’ve extended to me.
I am in New York now and about to embark on an extended, potentially whanky media campaign for my show here. Will try to give you a shout out. All of you. Except one.
You know who you are.
In closing I’d like to say…………….
you haven’t lived vicariously til you’ve lived thru me….
Into you as ever………
oxxooxcf
I’m glad you’re hearing from the kind-hearted.
The haters tend to drown us out sometimes, with all their spewing.
Livin’ vicariously through…
and lovin’ cf
I can just see Don Rickles standing up before a crowd like that. LOL
Have fun with the press dweebs…
cheers.
As part of the qualification for the panel, the applicant should be followed, for 30 days, by 50 chimpanzees with video cameras and microphones asking their opinion on everything from French literature to Lindsey Lohan’s underwear selection. (Hopefully more of the former and less of the latter, though how there could be less of the latter is beyond me, but I digress.) Each day the chimps get to ask two really inspired questions such as “Was your mother always a crack whore?” and “What have you done recently to feed a starving child in Bengali?” Preferably they should ask the questions under the stalls of restrooms or when the applicant is buying something personal like hemorrhoid cream.
50 chimps, 30 days, 60 questions. I can practically smell the magic in the air!
P.S. If you decide to do a video of “Honore de Ball Sack” I would like to audition for either the right one or the left. I’m qualified to play either though my portrayl of the left one is usually a little lower than the right.
funny you should mention that because, one day (in the late 19th century) after a terrible fight, Honore screamed to Alexandre, “Oh ya? Well, you can call me Ball Sack!”) (This vicious verbal attack inspired Dumas to write “The Nut Cracker”.)
“I’ve been to paradise, but I’ve never lived vicariously through Carrie”
Carrie,
I just love you! and that’s all i wanted to say…
Break a leg in New York!!
Blessings,
Rev G
Carrie, these last few posts have made me laugh out loud. Thank you for that and for being you. As the old saying goes, “screw ‘em if they can’t take a joke.”
Looking forward to your NYC engagement.
Good luck in New York! Break the whole damn audience’s legs while you’re there. I’m still hoping to get a chance to come up and see you.
Hey, glad to see you’re feeling better about all this stuff.
Honore de Ball Sack….sounds…interesting…
Anywho,
Have fun in New York!!!
Laters,
Don
Thanks! You are pretty awesome, yourself!
And I really want to see your passport… check out the places you have been.
Good luck with the media blitz. You will have everyone rolling on the floor, laughing their asses off.
Much love! BTW, I’m going to start reading Surrender the Pink today. I read half of it and then school started and I was forced to give up leisurely happiness. Now that I’ve graduated and entered the world of unemployment, I have time again!!
aw! I’m glad you got a chance to read. And they made you feel better. Amazing how the internet can bring out the best and worst of people.
One tiny request for the EOE – can we maybe get a heads up on some of the media you are doing? I’m pretty sure many of us would cry ourselves to sleep at night knowing we missed something. I have been able to download podcasts of past radio interviews and stuff on occasion, and its always a little jewel in my day. But I know you are busy there, so I promise not to feel bad if you can’t. You guys do more than enough for us as it is, and we are very grateful. <3
New York!!! Yay! I feel like it was just announced, and now here it is. I hope you are settling in okay.
xo,
Ericka
Glad you’re not letting the haters and stalkerazzi getting you down. I can’t wait to hear your rap song!
Also, I heard you have a new book out in January called “Untitled” about your experience on the Star Wars set. Can’t wait to read it!
Man I gotta get to NYC and see your show!!! You Rawk
I, for one, cannot wait to hear this rap song! Will you be performing it?
I’m so excited that you’re in NYC!! I just received a RTC Wishful Drinking ticket ad in the mail (aka something else to hang on my wall haha. It’ll go right next to my sepia photo of you, mark, harrison, chewy & 3po from Jedi. Luckily you have a different outfit and hairstyle so it will be a lovely addition).
Anyway, have a great time in the city! I’ll be in the city on Thurs, I obviously won’t run into you anywhere but dreams can happen.
~Kerri
PS. I loathe Jessica Simpson AND regardless of how hot David Beckham may be, when he opens his mouth he sounds like a prepubescent child.
You are a funny, talented, good person. I’m so happy to have met you before you were born–on the set, appropriately enough, of Bundle of Joy.
Now I’m quite old, you are born, and I’d like to give you a big ol’ hug.
P.S. I’m sorry my husband scolded you for smoking in the CNN newsroom ca. 1992.
And you know for all those comments on the previous posts, there were tons of us feeling similar thoughts of love, support and admiration, yet not necessarily posting them. xoxo
I finally found “Wishful Drinking” when I went shopping Friday evening. There was one copy left and it was sitting on the shelf, front and center. I swear to God I heard the Angels singing. It was fantabulasticous… I seriously had a heart attack. I took it home and read it in, like, 2 hours. I thought it was pretty much phenomenawesome. I was sad when it was over, cuz I wanted it to go on forever. So I just read it again the next day.
It made me laugh, which is good because I was very upset prior to reading your book. One of my closest friends “broke up” with me because I’m BiPolar and SHE can’t handle it. I believe her exact words were somewhere along the lines of “You are fucking crazy; you need help. I can’t take anymore of this, so find someone else’s life to ruin.” Delicious. Anyways, your book made me smile, and laugh… loudly. I found the part about your mother’s “kidnapping” quite interesting… I have similar stories… only worse. That aside, your book was superduper. I loved it. I’m thrilled that my MONTHS of searching finally paid off. YAY!!!!
Oh, I like reading your blog. You’re funny. OK, now I’m done. My comments are always too long.
See ya later masturbator (after ‘while pedophile)… <3
*Shelbi
Carrie;
Everything I’ve tried to write in response to your recent posts sounds like a Hallmark card!
If we saw a phony, we’d say so.
If we saw a bore, you’d never hear from us.
You’re like the brightest candle in the room. So be careful when you say “Blow me!”
Kevin from Indiana
I will be anxiously awaiting the debut of “Ball sack” – Break a leg in NY my love! Maybe I’ll be able to catch you this time!
Muy-muy kisses!!!!!
Carrie,
To me, one of your most endearing qualities would be your ability to laugh at yourself.
Just remember as they say, Carrie Fisher is awesome, dusted with amazing and drenched
in essence of Fuck-yeah! That is so true
Carrie,
You are incredible!! I absolutely adore you – - I always have and always will. Good luck in New York!!
- Susie
Did you ever hear the story of how Quentin Tarantino once supposedly said to John Travolta – when Travolta had fallen out of media favor and had gained a lot of weight – something like, “You’re John-Fuckin’-Travolta, man.” Well, you’re Carrie-Fuckin’-Fisher, man. Everything else is bullshit. You’re iconic. You’re a great writer. You’ve lived through a fuckin’ fire-storm. You’ve given birth and raised a beautiful daughter. And not only are you still here, you’re about to open on Broadway. Your weight goes up and down, and you’re getting older – so fuckin’ what? You’re human. You do your thing, and a lot of people get it and their lives will be better for it. And sure, some swine won’t recognize your pearls of wisdom. But so what? You’re Carrie-Fuckin’-Fisher, man. No one can take that away.
We bipolars can’t survive unless we develop and nurture the fine art of irreverance. I consider you a dear mentor and guide in aquiring that precious skill. I have to confess, even as a Christian, on some days, it doesn’t come down to “WWJD” but “What would Carrie say?”
Would you be making those cute, little, fasionable wrist bands labled “WWCS” and sell them on this website? Could I have one in pink?
Oh you’re writing rap songs, now?
hehe..Can’t wait. LOL Carrie Fisher, a woman of many talents.
If it happens, try deep breathing. Really…:lol Inhale to the count of four, exhale to the count of ten. Best done in private I would say, though. What little I know about NY or LA, wouldn’t try breathing THAT air. 
But I find it does work. Makes me wish I tried it more often myself.
You’re absolutely right: if you interact with people with the absolute best, most sincere intentions, you will get their best, no question about it. Another of those philosophies I’ve tried to make my own, and when one actually puts it into practice, one finds it actually works. Of course those indigineous hyenas out there, like the moron who questioned you…not entirely sanguine about their good intentions.
Good luck on your media blitz. Try not to let ‘em get to you.
Into green tea with honey, mountain dew…and you.
as I always like to say………………”CHIN UP TITS OUT”
Can’t wait to hear/read your rap song! Honore de ball sack. hahaha…
Wish I could see your show.
Can’t wait to hear about your awesome run in New York.
Carrie you are truly and inspiration too me. Ive read your book and it has helped me get through some of my own problems in life. I too live with depression and I’m considering ECT myself. But thank you so much Carrie for living your life and being able to be up front about it and able to help people like me out.
Thank you,
Trent
“And baby got back big time blog wise.” Awesome!
You deserve all the positive comments that we could lay upon you. And more. Yeah, maybe we are biased in your favor. We are here posting comments on your blog after all…so I suppose we like you (we REALLY like you) or we wouldn’t be here. Posting comments, that is. So, yeah, we are gonna be pretty quick to come to your defense.
Carrie Fisher has a posse.
Word.
Much respect,
Bruce
P.S. Will be clapping like a trained seal at your show next week!
Welcome to NY from the upstate hills!
Will “de ballsack” be done in reggae? Or can you do it to the tune of Sanford & Son…?
No ego, no judgement, no show flaws are what makes us fun and real–its all a hologram anyways!
Come on up!
Just a reply to both this post and the previous one. I’m coming to see the show on the 22nd. I bought tickets to see Carrie Fisher the person and to hear your story. I’m not expecting to see a 25 year old. If I wanted to do that, I could look in the mirror. I’m coming to see a person who has (and continues to) live a life with wit, candor, and a bad-ass sense of humor. If you looked all fresh, clean and baby-like the story would feel more like fiction. I don’t think an audience trusts a storyteller/guide as much when they don’t appear to have any battle scars from their journey. I’m looking forward to seeing you, in whatever form you’re comfortable in, because YOU are your story.
Best wishes,
Ashley
P.S. And I’m bringing my mom with me to your show, because, well, I think she’d be insulted if I didn’t. I’m sure you understand how that goes.
Carrie, just going by the title, I predict your rap song will become an instant classic. And white rappers…white FEMALE rappers, even…have, of late, earned a great deal of respect in the hip-hop world. I just hope you don’t get drawn into some meaningless “beef” with another up-and-coming rapper that results in gun play on the streets of NYC. While this would definitely increase your street cred, it may have a negative effect on your health. Do you carry a gat or wear a bulletproof vest? Well, get used to doing so…and you MUST increase the size of your posse. That’s P-O-S-S-E…not the other thing, which I imagine you’ve always…well, never mind. Traveling around with a publicist, agent, or manager isn’t nearly enough. You need at least 5 (five) more go-fers slash blunt rollers slash security people with you at all times to be truly DOWN. Or something like that. I dunno…I haven’t even heard the song yet. It could suck and I’d be totally wrong.
Huh! Normally I hear the term ball sack and I think it’s a bit crass. Amazing that coming from you it sounds all sophisticated and clever. I’ve always been more partial to scrotum myself it’s a funny word. Although, it might be difficult to rhyme. Oakum, ovum, factotum, there’s a rap challenge. I’ve been playing catch up on your last 3 posts.
I am one of the unfortunates that have never had a “hot” period of my life so I have nothing to draw on. I’ve always been a bit dumpy and flabby. I occasionally wonder what it’s like to be beautiful on the outside. As I’ve gotten older I tend to care less what people think about me but it hasn’t been that long ago that one of those skinny bitches gave me the full body scan and looked away like I was beached whale. Wow, that makes you feel good. I spend the next few minutes coming up with varied skin ailments to project on to her with my evil eye. A few boils, leaking pustules, and warts later I have sufficiently amused myself and I move on. Eh, it’s a bit juvenile but it always makes me laugh. Don’t let the assholes get you down.
Hope to see you on the TV machine during your media blitz we don’t get to see enough of you.
I just wanted to stand up for David Beckham a bit, m’lady
-It’s not really his fault that some (not all) women find him attractive
-He is / has been a stunningly stylish footballer
-He’s thick as two short planks
-He does a hell of alot of charidee work, is a pretty good role model and is by all accounts a genuinely sweet person (although I say that, you might have met him and thought him an idiot (see point 3))
-He’s making the most out of his footballer’s torso whilst he can because one day he too will be subjected to the ravages of aging, like what the rest of us are
So… the trouble with being picked on if you’re a celebrity is, it’s very easy picking on other celebrities – they’re easy targets. It’s a fairly natural thing to do when you’re (cough) potentially not thinking about the consequences, hence the dimwit (who no doubt looks like the back end of a bus) who wrote whatever drivel he did here.
Please consider this a gentle poke in the ribs.
But meanwhile, the cake invitation still stands
carrie,
i just found your site and am very excited to come see your show. i have delt with depression and bi-polar disorder for years. I love how honest you are. I am part of The New york and new jersey 501st legion and would love to promote your tour. hope to hear from you.
matt smith
You know, I almost nominated my mother to be founding member of your proposed group. But then I got to the part about “compassion” and that disqualified her immediately. Bummer. I was looking for a way to get her out of her house once in a while!
While in New York, if you come across my stepson, tell him to call. He’s a good looking boy, but completely clueless. I think he’ll be heading back to L.A. before the end of the year. Afterall, everyone knows if you can’t make a living in NYC, you should move to L.A. where it’s so much easier!
okay, if i live thru you, who you livin’ thru?
Carrie,
Where can I apply for this insult license? I have some things to say to the papparakkyos
New York… (if only..)
Good luck on the press binge
-j
PS you’re the first and only white rapper I want to experience since Vanilla Ice did the ninja turtles’ themesong
please release this through itunes asap
Its only been two days and an avalanche of posts..wow..how can i stand out in this ocean of humanity…I often wonder. I lost my gf basically because I was bipolar too …like a gentleman above related. In my case however she was the woman I loved and wanted to marry. She never said it was the reason outright but you could certainly read the undercurrents…I was always getting criticized for what I did, said, or tried to do..regardless of my intentions…
And I have been discriminated against in school for the same reason…although things are going much better…but dammit I am still there and had it up the gazoo with learning…can’t wait to get out into the real world…
I think you hit the nail on the head with what you said in your post. There seems to be a large crowd of perfect people who seem to find it necessary to tear down character rather than build it up. I have had to deal with “The Perfects” my whole life. I think someone should write about that at length. Seems once you become part of this “perfect” group it leads to special entitlements ..like new friends, bettter job, more money. I live covertly now…I hide from the “perfects” and will never let them see me truly express myself as that could lead to scorn and disapproval.
But I hide well and have learned to negotiate the echoing hallways of approval. Sad to say I am pretty much invisible to everyone. But I don’t lament it too much. Fate often chooses the course of your life for you. Its like going on a ride where you can choose some of the destinations, maybe the car or mode of transportation and maybe someone who will go with you but aside from that its outside your control and your just an observer doing what is absolutely necessary to carry on. And if your really lucky you run into some kind souls along the way.
Thank you Carrie Fisher…you are somewhat of a flame of hope for me…that maybe I can throw off the chains that have bound my life and truly connect with the world around me….
I live to far to attend any shows but I adore you from a distance…
Keep up the fabulous work….
Looking forward to the media splash, warts, blemishes and all
hey Carrie,
I posted on your blog a while ago and had no idea if you read it or not. (it was in May) I haven’t come back to your site since just now cos I remember seeing a pic of MJ reading your book and since he died I was pretty sad. Its a funny kind of mourning, I’m happy that he’s gone to a better place and sad that he’s gone so soon. I didn’t expect him to live that long (fame is hazardous to your health) and we knew the concerts would kill him because the expectations were so high. And all that horrible stuff ppl said about him as well. Every song he sang came from the heart and he was musical genius, I didn’t know that he arranged each and every one of the sounds you hear on his tracks… from the ‘ow’ it hurts to all the kids singing…anyway…
–I just posted on the ‘Michael and Me’ comment – so I haven’t caught up with all your latest doings. So I’ll just comment on this latest blogging for now that..I totally agree insults are stupid. They should be banned. I feel sorry for celebs and people talking rubbish about them in magazines etc. Just don’t take any notice. Those writers are hacks that get paid to dish dirt. And they are probably insecure and jealous. Why do people judge each other so much? I don’t look at people and compare them to everyone else. Everyone is special and unique.
Who is perfect in this world? You know what? Women aren’t barbie dolls. We’re not made of plastic. We don’t have people to dress us and pose us and we aren’t all born with perfect teeth, blonde hair, blue eyes and painted on smiles. It’s whats on the inside that counts. Reality check please!
I am sorry you are not Tori Spelling.
But I bet Tori Spelling would love to have some real friends and not the fake ones she meets on tv.
take care,
Selina
my favorite insult is “well, God Bless her/him/you/it” ….it is my code for “i would like to say something really nasty right now but i am in public and trying to behave myself”
anyway, i figure if you bless someone it can’t hurt and if there is no God and there is no real blessings to be had, then no harm no foul. at least i didn’t spew anything mean.
uh-oh. my Know-It-All license expired in August, the day my dog died. I’ve been out of line. mea culpa.
Blitz away, and twinkle-twinkle, like a diamond in the sky.
autumn in New York. Why does it seem so inviting?
wife on camel to husband on same camel: “Are we there yet?”
husband to wife: “How many times do I have to tell you?……………………………………We’re Nomads.”
merde!!!
I have a license to insult. I got it in 1984, after I tired of hearing my friends, co-workers, and family asking, “Who do you think you are?” I carry my license with me at all times, since I never know who is likely to challenge my authority.
The front of the license reads, “OFFICIAL CRITIC.” On the back, the license reads, “The Critic’s Card is a license to express your opinion about anything from bad movies to bad breath. It guarantees that you are qualified to speak your mind. It recognizes your impeccable taste and adds official clout to your judgments. The next time you have a bad meal, or a good one, show this card. You’ll be amazed how much harder people will listen when they find out you’re licensed to know what you’re talking about.” Below it, my “Authorized Signature.”
I advise you to get one of these right away. Mine tends to immediately stop unnecessary arguments, vainglorious spear-shaking, and condescending, sneering dismissals of me, my views, and the horse on which I rode into town.
Until you do, though, follow Heather’s advice.
Fuck ‘em.
Ah well. Anonymous Internet bozos. You should ignore them whenever possible and never call them up by Google-ing.
It used to be said that if you had an infinite number of monkeys, with an infinite number of typewriters, with an infinite amount of time, they would eventually produce the entire works of Shakespeare.
Now that we have the internet, we know it’s not true.
(Not you guys here; those others guys on other blogs)
Ms Fisher, as my London friend says, “keep your pecker up.” (That’s Brit talk for chin!)
Dear Carrie,
I got the flyer in the mail yesterday about your show at Roundabout and I’m so excited to actually see you live. Don’t know what date yet but I’ll be there. Hopefully I can meet you at the stage door have you sign two of your books I have. And hopefully you will be kinder than when I gushed to Lilly Tomlin after seeing her B’way revival of “The Search For Signs…” She just shot me that ‘off camera Lilly look’, like I was some freak show, and it chilled me to the bone.
Any chance after you’re done with the show in NY you might revamp your BRILLIANT talk show? I tried to catch every episode and I especially love the one of you and Diane Keaton talking about children. Something about “why can’t we just tell our children the truth and say they are not pretty or smarter than everyone else…” Genius. It was and remains the best talk show ever aired on TV.
Anyway, I can’t wait to see your mug live on Broadway. Break two legs.
Much Appreciation For Your Very Existence,
Scott Ambrosino
Hope I get the chance to see you in NY. Your book made me laugh and feel like I was hearing a story from a friend. Your definetly loved by many people. I can imagine that many people who are rude to you just think it will get your attention and give them a little attention as well. Like those who cant teach, those who cant decide to be critics instead.
Your amazing write more please!
Z
I’m keeping this short and sweet.
I absolutely fucking LOVE you! (And your book, too!)
You can now go back to the whanky media.
Sincerely,
Me
I know I commented the other day, but I would just like to add that your blog has inspired ME to start blogging again. I have found fun, and joy, and… joyness (LOL) in a hobby I had dropped long ago. Some of my “busy college girl” friends have started checking their myspaces again JUST to read my blog. LOL. Funnerific.
So, thanks for putting a superbly fantabulasticous, phenomenawesome, funnerific idea (back) into my head!!!
I now leave you with my latest in a long string of very odd sentiments:
White ain’t right,
and black is wack;
but once you go CRAZY..
you ain’t goin’ back.
(PS~ That’s not meant to be racist; it just… rhymed.)
I ADORE you.
You make me laugh AND justified in my own twisted, bent, angry sense of humor.
More Carrie, more often!
p.s. there are some funny fucking people who comment here!
I just ordered my ticket for Wishful Drinking @ Studio 54, and I am SO PSYCHED! I can hardly wait! Dear Carrie, just keep seeking the good, and you’ll do fine. The more we try to explain, the more our brains get twisted up in knots. Let’s take a deep breath, and keep it simple.
I dug up some weeds today, and planted mums and asters. I feel so happy, that I don’t care what the world throws at me. How can I get twisted when I know I’ll have my flowers in the morning? (And your show to look forward to!)
God bless, and the best for your opening.
what she said times dos.
In The Times there’s a survey:
“Who is your CELEBRITY ICON? Nominate now”
http://women.timesonline.co.uk/tol/life_and_style/women/celebrity/article6835057.ece
My vote went for Carrie, of course!
This weblog is being featured on Five Star Friday –
http://www.fivestarfriday.com/2009/09/five-star-fridays-edition-71.html
In related news…
I saw Sorority Row yesterday and definitely kicked some ass. Although, I have to say that your shooting skills were slightly better in Blues Brothers.
Love you Carrie!
I can’t wait to see your show at the Roundabout. Don’t let the motherfuckin haters get you down. You are beautiful and always will be. They are just jealous of your supreme fabulousness.
Chris U., NYC
Carrie you were and are an icon.
Nothing can taint the immortality of the gold bikini.
Those who hate simply crawl up from the parents basement to mash pudge laden fingers to keys and try to give themselves some importance….don’t let it chew ya.
We all know they rubbed it out to ya, and the thing is this.
They knew they couldn’t have you then and know they can’t have you now.
It’s typical and foolish but it’s what happens. The jealous and angry lash out.
Let em kiss the starfish til they taste chocolate and wear a mustache.
(ok a bit obtuse but certainly a better way of saying let em suck ass…lol)
I almost never comment on blogs like this, but I just have to say, I fucking love you Carrie Fisher. I just finished reading Wishful Drinking (interestingly, my therapist recommended it because she says the way you write/speak reminds her of me–plus we have that whole bipolar/drug abusing thing in common)…and laughed my ass off at every turn.
And for everyone else out there, if you haven’t, I suggest you check out the audio book! It’s 10x better listening to the wonderful Carrie Fisher read it to you!
Carrie,
I read your “Weight and Wisdom” blog and found myself shouting “Hell Yeah!” by the end of it. You handle that amazingly. I’ve known of you since, yeah, Star Wars came out and I loved you then and I love you now. You are such a strong, funny, intelligent woman. Some people think they can hide behind a computer screen and say anything they want, to or about anyone they want, and it’s no more than characters in a game. But it’s not. It’s real, feeling human beings on the other side of that screen. I understand where you are coming from, believe me. Even as a non-celebrity, people will go out of their way to tear others down for no reason other than it’s fun, or to compensate for their own low self-esteem. I am not a small girl, but I have pics of myself at my blog, and both myself and a friend have been called hideous names and had lovely comments left by “anonymous” people who believe it is their right to judge us by weight, opinions, who we talk to, etc. I LOVE your idea of having them submit a picture of themselves along with their IQ with their comments.
Never take shit off them, just be true to yourself. You know who you are, and those that care know who you are. A friend of mine puts it this way:
“Those that matter don’t mind, and those that mind don’t matter.”
Love,
Lisa
Carrie, quite simply……YOU ROCK!!!!!!!!!!!
You are too awesome, Carrie Fisher! I just read your blog on perezhilton about why not to google yourself. You are so spot on in your thinking. Everytime I consider going to a reunion, I think I don’t want to go because I wasn’t frozen in time and am not pretty like I was in my 30’s. Only to discover when I get to the reunion, everyone there is old and some, like me, have gained a little weight! And I still look damn good for 60! Like you, I am an RN, and have no time for pilates, yoga, meditation and all those things necessary to stay in shape and feed one’s soul. I so loved your role in “Where Harry Met Sally”! Oh, Marie! (Sally when you come out from trying on your wedding dress) “She’s tall, thin, big boobs…your basic nightmare.” (Harry’s new girlfriend) I know every line of dialogue from that movie…which I have watched probably 500 times! So…you just go on with your smart, successful self, and have a stellar run on broadway with your new show. There are lots of us who are applauding you around the country!
Carrie Fisher, you are loved in Canada (and Québec)!
I know this is my third comment on this post (which makes me seem a bit stalkerish, but whatev), but I just wanted to say this:
I saw the whole “What do you think about incest?” thing on youtube today, and I personally didn’t think it was that bad. It was pretty clear to me that you were being sarcastic because it was a really STUPID question for someone to ask. I actually thought what you said was quite funny. Being someone (and yes, I realize I’m probably being too open/personal) who has actually been a victim of incest pedophilia (double whammy- go me), I actually found a lot of humor in your response. As many nightmares and terrible flashbacks as I have had, as much as it has driven me to the point of suicide, I have realized in the three years since it all ended that the two best things I can do to help myself are talk about it, and learn to laugh at my past. You helped me do both in a very… direct way. Honestly, I probably would have said something just as snarky.
You rock. <3 (<– That’s a heart. It looks like balls to me, but it’s supposed to be heart. The whole ♥ thing that can be done on myspace doesn’t work on here. I don’t think, anyway…)
Anyways…….
<3 Shelbi
You are… absolutely ridiculous. My friend has always been a huge fan, and it wasn’t until she posted a link to your blog that I understood the AMAZING. I spit water all over my screen! Not that I blame you, no, I THANK you, Carrie Fisher! If your show is going to be anywhere near as funny as this, I am going!
Also, I think you are STILL hot! So that anonymous person from that previous post can suck it indeed!
bring your smart, funny, heart-encased-in-fat self to NW Arkansas… we’d love to have you. http://www.waltonartscenter.org would be the venue, and I can hook you up.
take care of yourself – lots of water and frequent naps!
Hi Carrie,
I know I commented on this post earlier, so I just wanted to get on here and say, I ordered Wishful Drinking through Amazon a few short days ago, and I am looking forward to reading it.
Carrie, you are exquisitely beautiful. Please don’t ever listen to the repugnant masses who say otherwise, because they don’t deserve your, or anyone’s, attention! You have a shining, sparkling, heartbreaking and perfectly true loveliness that reflects the beauty of your soul. We love you and we will be here to tell you so whenever you need it. Lots of love and hugs, Sarah
Carrie Fisher,
You taught me, as a young girl with a big voice and personality, that it was OKAY to be strong, confident and in control. I thought if Princess Leia can kick ass and be smart and sexy, so can I. I was unapologetically myself, and I felt better knowing you are, too.
You are witty, sexy, intelligent, a fiercely strong woman, and I take delight and pride in your writing. You will always be my Alpha Woman. Eff the rest of them that are too frightened/intimidated/brain-washed/neurotic to appreciate you.
You are amazing. Thank you for showing me it’s okay to be amazing, too.
Come on…post something new!!!!
I wanna hear about how much fun New York is!!!
Darn it.
Welcome back to NYC. I hope your broadway experience is everything you want it to be and more. I’m ushering for your show Sept 25th & can’t wait. Thanks to Roundabout’s volunteer usher policy!
I just wanted to say….I just got back from Sorority Row and LOVED the fact you were in it. A friend I was with said “Damn! Princess Leia’s a BAMF!” when you came out with a shotgun. I completely agree (though would change it to “Carrie”). Not to mention that your solo show is proof you’re a writer to be reckoned with.
Do you really read these? If so I want an email pronto just to check.
Don’t worry I have nowhere near enough money to come from the East of England to stalk.
Your books make me laugh out loud.
Carrie, you are you, a person first and foremost and may I just point out, it’s The National Freaking Enquirer for crying out loud??? A bunch of morans followed you to your car and you gave them some Carrie Fisherisms. So what? I hadn’t even heard about it until your post. Then you go look on the Internet and some inadequate completely lacking in self esteem brainless wanker makes a remark about your weight and you don’t consider the source? Okay. I know it hurt. I’m not famous. I don’t have to deal with that crap day in and day out. But look at all the support you have here. Plus there are people out there like me who read your blog and rarely, if ever comment so there are even more people on the ol blog than you may realize in your corner. Surely you must see it and hear it in your audiences and people who may stop you on the street to ask for a photo or an autograph. You’re okay Fisher!
I totally agree with you! And I think people on the insult panel should have to wear bandanas or something to show who they are (a little too Hitler, maybe?) simply because I don’t need to know any more people like that! And please let those stupid people know that we have your back, and we could take ‘em any time. I’m sure you have more fans in your corner than you think, and we don’t believe everything you say. We “get” you, even if they don’t. XOXO-Natasha
I only wish I’d seen the “Weight AND Wisdom” post sooner.
I know I commented on that particular post, but forgot one very important thing. THANK YOU!
I usually try to remember to say please and thank you, but when one has a 3 year old and 19 year old twins in the house, sometimes things slip ones mind!
I’m only just now finding my self esteem and my “voice” after nearly hiding it and burying myself in a mire of bullshit so deep that at times I thought there was no way out. Sadly that “mire” included a bathtub surrounded by razor blades. Sad, possibly pathetic, but true. And it’s all because I let a group of men and their perceptions of the kind of woman I am, and their foul abuse, due to the fact that I am not a size 2, dictate that last almost two years. Reading posts like “Weight AND Wisdom” along with some others out here and amongst the vast interwebs and blogosphere (yes I am one of those dreaded “mommy bloggers” but as my days of diapering and breastfeeding are over, I focus more on life instead of the shit that comes from sleepless nights and sore nipples.), has made me realize that I have a voice and it’s time I use it. It’s time I take back the power that belongs to me and not give it to people that use it to abuse and demean me because I am not their version of “ideal.”
I hope, one day soon, to be able to say to those people, “Fuck you and the ugly horse you rode in on, too!”
Thanks for giving voice to a lot of what I’ve been thinking and trying to articulate. THANK YOU!
Carrie,
Thank you, dear heart ~~~ the ever searching soul searches and finds ~~~ those idiots who post uglies are mirroring their own darth vadarism ~~~ we’ll fight the good fight ~~~ i’m with you, babe
your ever-lovin’ soul searchin’ fan forever
Joy
I don’t know much about you other than what I read, heard you on the radio in SanFrancisco once…that’s about it. But my good friend Brian Freilino, who passed away May 29, 2009 did know you well. He considered you to be his good friend. He would cross the Atlantic to get you in and out of rehab…what good friends do for each other. He understood your illness and loved you regardless. But when you wrote your book somehow you managed to misspell his name in your dedication. To him that was hurtful and intentional…you dismissed his friendship, deep devotion and love of humor for reasons only you know. I miss Brian everyday. He was my best friend through college and again as we connected later in life. Just wanted you to understand that what he did for you he did for many. Wish you could correct your slight if possible to talk about a man who was flawed, as we all are, but loyal to his friends of which you were one and for a very, very long time. jody delwiche
You are badass and somewhere around 2342342342354523415235 times better than these people who are insulting you.
That’s all there is to it.
Carrie this is from one of your male UK fans .Like a fine wine you get better with age. And of course you are still a damned sexy woman!
Your beautiful Carrie this comming for a blonde with blue eyes. But seriously you are beautiful. Fuck them . If they didn’t envy you they wouldn’t bother commenting.
Now cheer up and get out the glitter.