Archive | August, 2012

LeAnn Rimes’ personal trolls

31 Aug

I don’t usually get caught up in celebrity news, but this story intrigued me. LeAnn Rimes is suing two members of the Twitter-verse over a private telephone conversation between the singer and one of the avid Twitter(ers). I’m having trouble figuring out what to call these people. From what I have gathered, the person was not a fan of Leann and had been posting hateful statements about her online.

Okay, so there is a lot more to the story and if you Google it, you will find all the information.

There are a couple of elements to this that I found interesting enough to delve into. To start off, that a celebrity would get caught up in such controversy. I have always heard that once you are in the spotlight, the criticism can be brutal. You just learn to deal with it. LeAnn has gone through a messy divorce and an affair scandal, which I imagine can cause quite a toll. Add on the fact that she is a social media junkie, and there’s a big problem. One word of advice: Get offline. I mean, calling a person you don’t know on the phone to get her to stop ridiculing you online isn’t the best idea. She should be above such a thing. Getting rid of my Facebook identity would be difficult and upsetting, but if need be, it could be necessary if problems arose. If she absolutely has to stay on Twitter or other sites for her fan base, hire a publicist or an assistant to manage the page.

Don’t get me wrong: Rimes is in her every right to sue the pair, as recording a private phone conversation without permission is illegal in the state of California. But as a celebrity with years of experience dealing with the general public, she should know better then to get embroiled in this kind of situation.

Two, about the two people named in the lawsuit. Allegedly, it is a mother-daughter pair, with the screen names of Kimberly Smiley and Lexi Smiley. The mother is a teacher in California, while the daughter is still a teenager. I have a Twitter account and write nonsensical things once and awhile, but this is ridiculous. I went on to the site last night, and discovered a whole bunch of people that call themselves the “Brandi Bunch,” people who are fans of Brandi Granville, the first wife of Rimes’ husband. These people make it their livelihood on the Net to find celebrity gossip that could potentially hurt the singer. Post after post, they call her out on her weight, her relationship with her husband and step-kids, her fans, whatever. All I can say, it is pretty sad. When you are devoting so much time to a person you don’t know in real life, just to brutally attack them because of their personal lives — yuck.

The mother-daughter factor is another troubling element. A mother, supposedly a teacher, exhibiting such bad behavior online and to allow or encourage her offspring to do the same — well, wow. Mother of the Year! I don’t care what beef she has with Rimes. That is deplorable. The fact that she is a teacher, well, I hope that her school figures out that she is in this mess. If such a person were teaching my child, I would have huge reservations on her priorities and what kind of behavior she is exhibiting in the classroom.

These people are trolls. Just like the people commenting on online news articles. People with nothing better to do with their lives. Go read a book. Talk a walk, get off the damn Internet and accomplish something for yourself or others, rather than bash people you hardly (or don’t) know. I can just imagine what their obituaries would say in the future: “Well, for a good three years of their life, this person attacked a famous singer online.  Together with their catty friends, they just went on and on and on. That seemed worthwhile.”

My favorite part of this: I went on Twitter and maneuvered around the “Brandy Bunch” accounts. Rimes is calling them out for bullying, and they are defending themselves, “saying ‘and she isn’t bullying us?” As if it were justified. I am sure that Rimes and her fans were doing a fair amount of lashing out, but that is just it. It’s bullying on both sides, which is not right. Someone has to be the bigger, better person and just bow out.

I think I will just stick to commenting on ridiculous items of the day, and fight any of my battles in private. With people I actually know. Have I learned anything from my experience, trolling on other peoples’ accounts to read their stupid thoughts? No. Not at all. I might be dumber now for experiencing it. Yes, definitely dumber.


The ‘favorite movie’ question

27 Aug

What is your favorite movie? I have been asked this numerous times lately. And while it shouldn’t be too hard to answer, it always is.

Do I give the snobbish reply of “Annie Hall” ? It is one of my faves of all time, but not one that I watch every day. There is a likelihood that the other person hasn’t seen it, and I can say with an air, “It’s my favorite Woody Allen,” like I watch his films all the time.

Or do I say one of the classics of my childhood that bring thoughts of the past? Some are obvious, such as the Disney classic “Cinderella.” But others might make people wonder. “Warriors” is one. My siblings and I watched it a lot. A NYC gang trying to survive the night as rival gangs try to beat the living crap out of them. It’s full of violence, horrible language, and I became entranced with it at the age of 8. “The Wiz” comes to mind, as my mother rarely listened to anything other than R&B or Motown. While we grew up in the Midwest where country ranked supreme, it was frowned upon in the Olson household. It confused me immensely in middle school that others had not heard of the likes of Marvin Gaye or the guitar skills of Eric Clapton. (I’m trailing, this would be better off left for another blog post.)

Maybe I just repeat what my go-to movies are, the ones I watch when I’m depressed or having a blue day. But that is information I don’t readily give out. See, I like to usually give the impression that I am sophisticated or worldly, and the reality is, I’m just like any other girl out there. If I’m ready to eat a gallon of chocolate ice cream, “Bridget Jones’ Diary” is it. If it’s a rainy day, I’ll reach for a Jane Austen flick, like “Sense and Sensibility.” Homesick? Then “Little Women” is my pick. And the movie marathon kind of day requires the “Harry Potter” series or a little “LOTR” action.

So? You say. So? So? That makes me look like any other girl. I’m not extraordinary or have unique tastes. I’m mainstream. And around my friends or family, that is fine. But everyone else? I’d like to pretend there is a little mystique. Oh well.

My favorite movie is likely an Audrey Hepburn movie like “Sabrina.” It might be “Ever After,” and on a given day, “Die Hard” works, too. It is ever-changing, like my mood. It’s hard for me to pinpoint a film, book or an album that is “IT,” that defines me. It’s kinda impossible, actually.

The next time I get asked that question, what will I say? The truth? Sorry. I will probably make some comment about a flick I only saw once before. This before going home to my apartment, to watch a mix of “The Princess Bride” and “Sixteen Candles.”

The ties that bond

27 Aug

Here is a link to my new DFJ blog post:

Carrie in the City

20 Aug

Here is a link to my Daily Freeman-Journal blog that will be posted every Monday. I will be updating this website every Friday with another new column.

Moving on

17 Aug


It’s hard. That is all there is to say.

Moving isn’t an easy task, by any means, and even the word makes me feel sick.

It means packing up your life in cardboard boxes. It means traveling to a new destination and starting over. It means saying goodbye.

At my adult age, I should have experience with this already. In some ways, I have. Attending two colleges across Iowa, I waved at my parents as their van headed back toward home. Working in Des Moines for a number of years, it was the same way — settling into studio apartments and feeling that sense of loneliness. Yet, I always had the option of seeing my family on the weekends or for them to take a short trip to see me. Now, being in NYC, it is a bit different.

The week before the big trip to New York, I had a difficult time realizing what was ahead. It was the night before, after loading up the U-Haul, when reality struck. I was playing peek-a-boo with my two-month-old niece. The tears started to flow (from me, this time. She cries, but she’s a baby, what can you do.) It had been so easy to pop over to my sister’s house and hold baby Quynn, watch her smile and admire her chubby cheeks. Yes, Skype, Facebook and frequent phone calls will help, but they are not the same.

The morning of the long journey wasn’t any easier. My mom and dad have been such safety nets for me, for whatever storm has happened in my life. I couldn’t look either of them in the face while eating breakfast. It was in front of the U-Haul when I broke down in sobs, hugging them so tight. I felt like a small child lost in a store. What do I do? Who will I turn to?

After being in the Big City for a few days, I will admit that it has gotten a bit easier. The move went smoothly and I have met some friendly people in the neighborhood. I have started to become familiar with the train and subway systems, and my days are slowly becoming more routine. It is still an unusual place — strangers moving side by side. And when I have experienced the rude, coldness associated with the Big City, I ache for the familiarity of Iowa. This overwhelming feeling takes over and I just want to curl up in a fetal position. Instead, I take a deep breath and realize why I came here. To try it on my own. I owe it to those people back in Iowa to give it my all in this new city.

And while my bags are unpacked, and my apartment is comfortable and set to my liking, I haven’t completely moved. My home will always be Iowa with those people I dearly love.

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