I’ll leave discussion of Cady’s lyrics for some other day.
I want to talk about something else, here. The whole “normal life sucks” theme I had going on with the previous posts in this series.
Because it does.
Back when Cady and I were strongest, there were a few other girls like her in the mix. I mean- girls that weren’t famous, I mean, perhaps in the industry, but “normal”-ish. Stefanie Scott, for one. Rachel G. Fox. Justine Dorsey. Bridgit Mendler. Samantha Droke. McKayla Maroney. A few others.
Where are they, today?
Fuck if I know.
I think I have talked about them on here, in some capacity. Mendler is… I don’t know. Away, gone off, somewhere. Doing something. The last I saw of her she had a desk job and was getting chewed out by her fans because of it. That, after using her twitter feed to help with her homework, or something. She went and got married to some random guy and vanished. She hasn’t been seen online in years.
Stefanie, beautiful Stefanie, is… I don’t know. The last I saw of her I was downloading all of her old stuff from Facebook because of how fun it was. How full of promise and happy and beautiful it was. Back when she was young, and the Disney princess of the day. I still have her old instagram feed, back when she was the apple of Walt’s eye. So much fun, that was. God, sooooo much fun. It was glorious.
Then she wiped her insta I guess after getting let go, and filled it up with morose, somber covers of other peoples’ songs. And then she stopped that, too.
Who knows what she’s doing now.
Justine Dorsey? The girl that introduced me to tumbler. Kerris Dorsey’s sister. Where is she, now? Who knows. I think I still have her old fashion blog bookmarked, somewhere.
Rachel G. Fox was my #2 or maybe #3 for a few months, back when Cady and I were strongest. She’s… in finance, now. I think.
McKayla posts every once in a blue moon on social media, before pulling yet another disappearing act.
Normal life sucks, it guess. Seriously- it fucking blows and judging anyone’s life alongside those on the top of the pyramid on social media is an impossible, brutally humbling task. Unless you are perfect and have a team of perfection behind you… it doesn’t work, and is maybe better off not done. Well… I just found something. In my “drafts” folder. An old essay, written about 5 years ago, about Cady. It fits here, so up it goes.
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Post title —– Cady Groves
Wow. GOOD LORD she is attractive. Oh my God! Wow. WOW!
I was going to tweet some really snarky, nasty funny stuff to her tonight. I just visited her twitter for the first time
in a long time and I saw some tweets about her maybe not liking Japanese candy, and some stuff about being ignored,
and I thought BOOM easy target, and my fingers were flying and my snark was on overdrive and was just about to devastate
her and then I clicked on an Instagram link.
WOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
Never mind.
Cady is one of those too powerful drug-girls that I need to watch myself with.
I need to focus on the uber-famous. After all, that’s my empire. It’s for that reason that the spark I feel with Cady scares me.
Like, it’s an I-might-give-up-a-famous-chick-for-her-even-though-she’s-not-famous-herself kind of spark.
She’s one of the very few people that makes me question my celebriphilia, and for me, that’s massive.
I mean, she’s in the industry, so not really, but…
I should just dive in, I know, but it’s different for me, so of course I’m dragging my heels every chance I get.
But I SHOULD take the plunge, fimly and officially.
I mean, that Instagram feed…
WOW
Maybe I’ll just put in the hard work and make Cady world famous herself. I could. Does she want that, though? I mean, really?
I mean, I know she likes performing, but does she actually want the kind of unbelievable fame I could give her, potentially?
IDK. Maybe not. Maybe I should hold off until I find out for sure, first.
Or- maybe I should just do it anyways. I mean, it’s not a crime, right?
And I could always convince her later that it was her idea in the first place.
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Well… there it is. Fuck.
I don’t know.
Thank God Kaitlyn Dever made it.
And with that being said…
I found this, too, in the drafts folder, in fact on the same word doc as the Cady post up above.
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Post title – The Others
Olivia Holt. Ariel Winter. Ryan Newman. Dove Cameron. Bailee Madison. Katherine McNamara. Lily- Rose Depp. Ava Witherspoon. Kaitlyn Dever. Kira Kosarin.
I am procrasting with them. Over and over and endlessly. I wonder why. Am I afraid? And if I am, what am I afraid of?
It used to be that I would just jump headfirst into a new relationship. I remember the love letters I gave to Selena and Leighton… and the hugs I gave them, so long ago.
Why don’t I do that now? Am I afraid of being hurt? Dissapointed? Confused?
I’ve been toying with them for awhile now… and that’s it. I don’t send them love letters like I did with Selena and Leighton and others so long ago.
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Ha! LOL. You know… maybe sometimes it does work out, after all.
Nice.