If there's one thing I've learned from knowing three people who went on to kill themselves, it's that sometimes you just have no idea at all what's about to happen. Daul, from the little I knew of her via her blog, was a gifted young woman who'd have been awesome to know even if she wasn't a model.
In some ways, this hits me harder than Ruslana Korshunova's death last year precisely because Daul was a (fellow) blogger- in a way, it feels like we've lost one of our own.
And out of that sentiment, I do wish she'd be allowed some privacy in death- like maybe not having false facts and speculation about her relationship all over the media now. I don't know who it's supposed to help.
So sad to hear of Charis Wilson's passing. Ovation TV is airing "The Eloquent Nude" this week, which features Charis at 90, wonderfully frank and candid about her relationship with Edward. I highly recommend it. [ovationtv.com]
I'm not normally the sort of person who complains about this kind of thing, but what is the benefit of continuing to report on Daul Kim?
Her life deserves to be celebrated by her family and friends, but we can't help her, and there's nothing to be learned here that we didn't already know. Suicide is devastating, beautiful, intelligent people can still have problems, and we all fervently hope that those who need help will get it.
What else is there to say? Why must we always pick over the bones of tragedy like it will ward off the next one?
@Kajj: I think that discussing suicide helps de-stigmatize it. Mental illness is serious and widespread, and most people who are depressed do not get the help they need. Through discussing it this way, we can learn to better recognize the signs in our friends and loved ones. You may be well-informed on the issue of suicide, but many are not, and this sort of real-life-not-hypothetical situation helps shed light on the issue.
If the discussion inspires one person to correctly interpret the warning signs in others and prevent them from committing suicide/cutting/whatever, isn't it worth it?
@madeofawesome: I'm in favor of discussing suicide - I'm just not in favor of the prolonged examination of one unhappy person's private life after their death.
My best friend cut himself in high school. Looking at the Catherine McNeil article and the attached pictures is very painful for me, and while I'm no expert, those cuts do not look like the result of a skateboarding accident.
@shanASS: There are lots and lots of tartan patterns, most of them invented recently or just a couple of centuries ago.
Lots of Scottish national symbols are pretty manufactured (I say that as a half Scot). #aliciakeys
@LucilleMcGillicuddy: So random- my coworker knows Ian and was just in my cubicle telling me about how she has a first edition "Olivia." He is also the subject of many David Hockney works. #aliciakeys
Oh my fucking G! I saw a Rodarte for Target dress in Glamour and it was RIDICULOUS! I don't know if they will make them large enough to fit my fat ass but I am tempted just to buy it in order to fondle it in my closet from time to time. #aliciakeys
Tom Ford and my former best-friend in college are apparently two petits pois in a pod.
She too was a raging francofile before she embarked on a junior-year study-abroad adventure in France. But her experience in the olde country traumatized her to no end. She loathed how narrow the roads were, how cramped the apartments were, she hated that French people smoked everywhere, she hated how university courses were held in huge halls with amphitheater seating, she hated, hated, hated everything with incandescent fury. One of her major peeves, as I recall, was that people wouldn't obsessively brush their teeth after a meal. I believe she had a nervous breakdown once when she went on a dinner date with a French boy who ate garickly snails, smoked a cigarette and then attempted to kiss her.
A bit of-thread, I guess, but maybe somewhat educational to francofiles who expect La Patrie to be this endless field of lavender blossoms where attractive people bounce around and frolic with unicorns. #aliciakeys
@BlondeGoddess: I was merely recounting a tale of An American in Paris, as it was passed down to me. In my personal experience on the terrain, many of these things are true, but not bothersome. Au contraire, they're charming to me and just part of what makes France France and the French French. Though I'm European-born to begin with and would never imagine that living in France resembles a chapter from "A Movable Feast."
I guess I was trying to illustrate by way of anecdote that many Americans often have this fantasy mental landscape of France beforehand, and then get disillusioned when the reality doesn't match it. I obviously failed.
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In some ways, this hits me harder than Ruslana Korshunova's death last year precisely because Daul was a (fellow) blogger- in a way, it feels like we've lost one of our own.
And out of that sentiment, I do wish she'd be allowed some privacy in death- like maybe not having false facts and speculation about her relationship all over the media now. I don't know who it's supposed to help.
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i can only rarely find my size anywhere but online.
coincidence? i think not.
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Her life deserves to be celebrated by her family and friends, but we can't help her, and there's nothing to be learned here that we didn't already know. Suicide is devastating, beautiful, intelligent people can still have problems, and we all fervently hope that those who need help will get it.
What else is there to say? Why must we always pick over the bones of tragedy like it will ward off the next one?
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If the discussion inspires one person to correctly interpret the warning signs in others and prevent them from committing suicide/cutting/whatever, isn't it worth it?
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Lots of Scottish national symbols are pretty manufactured (I say that as a half Scot). #aliciakeys
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She too was a raging francofile before she embarked on a junior-year study-abroad adventure in France. But her experience in the olde country traumatized her to no end. She loathed how narrow the roads were, how cramped the apartments were, she hated that French people smoked everywhere, she hated how university courses were held in huge halls with amphitheater seating, she hated, hated, hated everything with incandescent fury. One of her major peeves, as I recall, was that people wouldn't obsessively brush their teeth after a meal. I believe she had a nervous breakdown once when she went on a dinner date with a French boy who ate garickly snails, smoked a cigarette and then attempted to kiss her.
A bit of-thread, I guess, but maybe somewhat educational to francofiles who expect La Patrie to be this endless field of lavender blossoms where attractive people bounce around and frolic with unicorns. #aliciakeys
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I guess I was trying to illustrate by way of anecdote that many Americans often have this fantasy mental landscape of France beforehand, and then get disillusioned when the reality doesn't match it. I obviously failed.
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