During the Renaissance, girls used to bleach their hair with urine. It started as a courtesan thing but soon everyone was doing it – the princesses, the waitresses, the kids. Botticelli’s paintings of Simone De Medici (and let’s face it, they’re all of Simone de Medici) show a goddess in all her golden glory. Really it’s just the familiar story of piss turned to glamour, which happens all the time.
New thought. Sort of. It has become quite cool to want to die.
Horrific too, but when you have a chain from Ledger to McQueen, from sloppy did-you-mean-it to cinched let-me-go, it’s an issue of flashbulbs as well as fatality. This week, Google changed its search engine, so when you type in “ways to kill yourself,” it sends you straight to suicide prevention. That’s amazing. And yet, it’s okay to want to kill pieces of yourself, swiftly, sharply, like a kind of soul electrolysis.
Don’t apologize for that. Just do it quick, before you let yourself look back.
[MARK RYDEN - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]