Farrah, Farrah on my Wall

I am back. Usually, around this time of year, Passover, my mind wanders back about 30 years. It was about this time that in our family, the location of the Seder(s) migrated to our house. Before that, we would have them at my paternal grandmother's house, before she sold and moved, and then her apartment.

In the early 1970s, she started showing signs of dementia. By the late 1970s (1976 or 77), she was admitted to Baycrest (I last visited in 1978, she was out of it, like a coma, it was far too depressing for me, she would pass away in late 1991) so the Seders moved to my aunt's for a year or two. She was a bit insane so they moved to our house with my mother and grandmother (maternal) doing the cooking and preparing.

It was always cool seeing my cousins and extended family in this way. In fact, the first time I got drunk was at the Seder in 1979 and I did not know what the cause was. It took me a little bit of drinking to get that "feeling" back and realize it was the alcohol.

The reason I bring all this up is this, as I look back on that period of time, I recall that I had that Farrah Fawcett poster up in my room. I must have whacked off to Farrah numerous times. She was good until I found the airbrushed nudes of Playboy and Penthouse. Her admission to hospital with a recurrence of her anal (ass) cancer has me a bit sad.

That poster, and she herself with Charlie's Angels, were iconic for teenage males of my generation. She was an adolescent fantasy to me. I mean, Cheryl Tiegs was sexier with her biking, but Farrah was Farrah. I even enjoyed her "insanity" on Letterman. There was her painting by using the paint on her body and rubbing herself on the canvas. Crazy, but given her looks, it was something that I would like to have seen and participated in with her.

Alas, that was an adolescent fantasy and the reality is that she is over 60 with terminal ass cancer. She is dying and, I would think, very "dry" so the fantasy ended when my adolescence ended (of course, some may say it never really has, which could be evidenced by some of the things that I have posted on this blog, I cannot argue that). That is the sad part, her cancer, etc. is sad for her and those that know her. I do not and she was more of a concept or something abstract than a real flesh and blood human being. Her illness is sad but rather meaningless to me as the fantasy will live on without the reality of aging (and sagging).

Well, that be all for today. Ciao!