Back in the time, when I was around 12/13 years old, I was still going to high school, still thinking that I could stand teachers’ superiority complex and student’s gossips. This age is to me a crucial turn because that was just before I started ditching school for going to the skate park near the river port, spending nights wandering the streets or crashing at punk clubs, waking up at stranger’s, and going on crazy adventures with my first boyfriend.
I tried to remember who was my heroines back then. At first I could only think of my huge admiration for David Cooper that was probably the most important thing to me (psychiatry and anti psychiatry was my bedside book), and then, slowly, some TV characters and r’n’b divas started to pop up.
Destiny’s Child : When I was a kid, I wanted to be a spice girl. Being in a band with other girls, wearing giant shoes, having fun, living in a trunk, and being a part of the girl power. The Destiny’s child are the level two. I wanted to be in a band with other girls, being sexy and confident, and turning my words into impressive vocals. Independant women was my anthem, and The Writing’s on the wall was my most precious possession.
Aaliyah : I remember myself singing I refuse in broken English, bringing my precious CD everywhere with me, and hanging on my bedroom’s wall a printed poster of her that I gained into an r’n’b fanzine. Kurt Cobain died when I was six years old and I was too young to give a damn, and now, even if I prefer Nirvana’s songs than Aaliyah’s, I can say that her death was THE tragic moment in music of my life. Parents remember what they were doing when Kennedy get killed, I remember what I was doing when Aaliyah died.
Lane Kim : I never really could stand Rory Gilmore. She was too perfect and haughty, and even if I was the same kind of a book person, I was feeling closer to her sidekick. I grew up with a broke mom that always taught me that everything was too expensive for us, and since her words were like The Bible to me, I thought that a CD would cost me something like a hundred bucks. With Lane Kim, I started to understand that I could buy second hand records and stop being a radio slave. Her musical culture/obsession inspired me a lot and got me into a frenetic research by diging into the History of rock’n’roll that still lasts. Also, I just could admire the fact that she knew exactly who she was, what she wanted, and gave it a chance despite her hilarious family and religion issues.
Ling Woo : Ally Mc Beal was my favorite TV show at this time and I loved all the characters (maybe except Billy despite those very cool 40s vibes in the outfit) but Ling was my favorite. I guess that at first, it was because she was Asian and I was desperatly looking for some Asian models that I couldn’t have at home, but then her agressive attitude, her solitude, her funny sex statements, her loyalty to Nelle Porter, her smartness, and her social clumsiness got me. I also was captivated by her independance and her multitasking power. I can’t remember how many firms she runed but it was impressive and always unexpected. My best Ling memory was when I saw her hiding to cry when the leucemian boy died. I was the kind that show their feelings, and this reserve sounded so beautiful to me. Also, I was a bit jealous of her ability to hate people.
Max Guevara : Why does Jessica Alba keep ruining my memories? How is it possible that the strong, funny, intelligent, strangely beautiful, superhero Dark Angel turned into a romantic comedies supply? She was the perfect woman and I was longing to be like her. I even tried to curl my hair which was stupid since what I admired was her strength, her sense of justice and loyalty, her decency, her friendship with Original Cindy! Max Guevara was also mysterious. She had to deal with a terrible secret and lived two parallel lifes… Even three, and she needed night face to face with herself to put words on her feelings. The post-apocalytical world she was gliding in was some kind of dreamy to me ; Less properties, less organisation, more sense of improvisation, which was probably reflecting the Max’s animal side. But probably what I liked most about her was that she was this type of person that can adapt to the worst but never gets used to it.
Mai Hem : After her first appearance in Heartbreak High framed by a couple of cops because of a scandal in an art gallery, it was so obvious that I would love her! She was an artist, a badass, and she always took stands for what seemed fair to her. I remember for example this episode when everybody thought she was lesbian and instead of spoiling energy refuting, she just pointed out the fact that it shouldn’t be such a big deal. She was also a little twisted and never had any interesting love story line, but she had a voice and that was what mattered.
I was really hooked to my time and embrassed the pop culture which I could never be able to do again since then.
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