| I currently live in the balmy and genteel South, but one of the things I truly appreciated about my beloved, rough ‘n’ tumble Detroit was the sense of the real. There aren’t many pretenses there, particularly in the inner city. What you see is what you get. No games. I lived in a high-rise downtown (with the requisite balcony view – 26th floor) in the ‘90s and walked to work downtown for a couple different heavy-hitter companies over the years. Though this was not the more socially acceptable Manhattan or Chicago, I loved my Detroit. Perhaps because it was not as socially acceptable, I loved my edgy Detroit. Because it was real.
So I guess that’s why, when catching up with my Harper’s Bazaar back issues on Thanksgiving Day, feeling rather genteel over chocolate almond coffee in my mother’s Noritake China, I couldn’t help but appreciate what I read about Courtney Love (September issue – the one with the resplendent, blue-sequined Kate Hudson on the cover). I’ve never taken a liking to Love, former grunge-rocker and rehab queen, but I love it anytime I hear a celebrity getting real.
In the interview, she was explaining her public fashion faux pas – unknowingly wearing a (gasp!) fake Chanel dress to Paris Hilton’s birthday bash earlier this year – and she was also discussing the diet that’s helped her trim down her frame: Isopure shakes, fish, macrobiotic stuff.
“I hate reading magazines where the actresses are saying ‘Broccoli and fish, broccoli and fish,’” Love said. “You liars. You bulimic liars.”
Diggin’ it. Can’t help but dig it.
Anyway … I hope to make this an ongoing series, if I can catch more celebrities getting real. Of course, I can only quote my fellow Detroiter Eminem so many times.
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