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 can’t and I don’t,” Barrymore said at Lucky‘s Fashion and Beauty Blog Conference Thursday in Los Angeles.
“I was raised in that generation of women can have it all, and I don’t 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.”
(Excerpt) Read more at celebritybabies.people.com ...
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.
Leni
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 clergyman’s 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?
Suggested listening: http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b01qgr4h
Leni, She has been to hell and back. She chose life. An appearance on an SNL reunion show with her in the audience kinda shows it.
Bill Murray came into the crowd singing and went straight to her. He welcomed her back. It was a number of years ago and she was both embarrassed and surprised.
She is A-OK in my book.
Leni
Close minded? Once he opined that she must have been an 11 year old skank who asked for it, he crossed over to the-creep-in-the-van territory.
There will be stories similar to this from homosexuals “discovering” how being hetero is really where it’s at.
It’s not, IMO *who* is saying it...it’s *what* she’s saying more than anything.
At some time in one’s life you question, the *why am I here?* questions of life....a wonderful spiritual journey begins. ;)
Very well said. Also, if you can catch her in the remake of “Grey Gardens” with Jessica Lange, she is downright hilarious!
LMAO!!!!!
Women can have it all but not all at once.
Yep. Some of the comments in this thread reminds me of John 8:7
I’ll give Michael Moore the benefit of a doubt if he announces a change to conservatism. I wouldn’t necessarily trust him till I see a few years of action proving it but I would hope for it to be true.
In Barrymore’s case, she’s been proving herself for better than a decade.
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