Sunday, July 06, 2008
Welcome To Detroit
When I was a car show model, all I remember about that horrible couple of weeks was snippets of Etta James' "At Last" playing through Cobo Hall. I'd been talked into this gig by a social worker friend, a taller, much more attractive girl who had a lot more stamina than I did and didn't succumb to the nosebleeds that plagued me (so model-like, but without the cocaine!) as I stood for hours in the overheated building while it snowed and snowed and snowed outside, twenty-eight inches to be sure. We'd take the time off from the hell that was our social work job, make more money in a couple of weeks than we did in months in the snakepit of a dementia clinic/community outreach center and no one would be any worse for the wear. Wrong! By day two, I could barely walk, by day three, I'd forgotten almost everything I knew in the English language except, Welcome to Detroit!
Being a model sounds like a glamour job, and I'm sure it is for those who work at Vogue. The best I ever did was a K-Mart ad circular which is just not the same thing. It's mostly people telling you what's wrong with you and how you'll do okay if you hide this and arrange that and look natural while you're doing it, like you're having a happy pleasant daydream and always sat around in teeny-tiny swimsuits looking like you're having a great time. I won't even discuss the Detroit Boat Show. But in ways, it was a dream job for me; I'd become quite good at looking like things didn't hurt or that being uncomfortable was just so great. When I got back to social work, I felt relief like never before; I was with my people who were hurting, and I didn't have to pretend because I really did care and in a few rare instances, could make things a little better.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Most of the songs I sing have that blues feeling in it. They have that sorry feeling. And I don't know what I'm sorry about. I don't." Etta James
Drinking holiday weekend suggestion: Take a long long nap to recover from any and all horrors inflicted on the fourth!
Benedictions and Maledictions