My blog is about the scenic, stressful, spectacular life (and everything screwy in between) of a
California girl turned expat transplanted to the land down under: North Queensland, Australia.

October 22, 2010

Day 14.

Can’t…type…eating Neapolitan ice cream out of a sugar cone…mmm.

Day 14: A hero that has let you down.

I’m not really one for heroes. I think I tend to see the “average” in people. In US Magazine, they always have a page that says “Stars: They’re Just Like Us!” showing Reese Witherspoon carrying groceries or Will Smith taking a poo (okay, they have never shown that). Um…yeah? They’re human, aren’t they? They just happen to be in the public eye. I don’t think that makes them better than us or heroes. Anyone can be a hero, not just someone famous (cone done, back to typing with both hands!).

On the same note, I can’t see why we pay movie stars or sports people $20 million for their job. I know the fundamental reason is because stars and players bring in the money by having us regular folk go to their games or watch their movies, but there are people that live for acting/basketball/ baseball and would do it every day for free if they could (and some do). I remember reading about LeBron James and how he was a basketball prodigy pretty much out of the womb. Now he’s this megastar, and it has completely gone to his head. He could have stepped up and helped out other young players or donate some of his bajillions to basketball camps, but no. He lives in the lap of luxury and walks around with a sense of entitlement. According to Wiki, he is the sixth most disliked sports personality.

A hero is defined as “a man (or woman? Hello?) of distinguished courage or ability, admired for his brave deeds and noble qualities”, or “a large sandwich, usually consisting of a small loaf of bread or long roll cut in half lengthwise and containing a variety of ingredients,as meat, cheese, lettuce, and tomatoes”. Mmm…hero. When I think about my personal hero, it would have to be Angelina Jolie. Yep. I’ve been a huge fan since she started out in Hackers and Girl, Interrupted, and when I would read articles about her she was so honest and truthful-which made the general public think of her as creepy, but not me. I identified with her. She didn’t have a publicist. She just told it like it was. I admire that in a person. As she matured, her eyes opened up to injustices around the world and she vowed to help in any means necessary. She could have just been another actress in Hollywood who dined at the Ivy or slept with another…persons…man (okay I won’t get into that!), but here she was in war-torn countries trying to be one person making a difference. She has promised to donate half of her income to charity, and she has shed light on many causes that we don’t generally see (unlike other celebs who poke their head into the latest popular charity or aid relief). So yeah, that’s my hero. And she hasn’t let me down…yet!

I’d also like to give an honourable mention to my friend, who I’ll just call Jo. Jo had a hard upbringing. She was shuffled around family members when she was young due to a hard-partying mom. Jo’s mother died in her tweens, and she ended up being raised by her grandma. I met Jo in my teens, and she was pretty well-adjusted. We ended up becoming fast friends and I realized I found someone who was wackier than I was (in a good way). Guys would be in awe of her, and she never seemed to notice or care like my boy-obsessed ass did. She was very independent, and always worked hard, taking classes like Calculus and working after school. I was always clinging onto guys in my twenties, and she chose to create a path and stick to it, even if that meant living alone and paying the bills alone, which I was terrified to do. She decided that she wanted to go to college (which I had tried and failed three times), and she did. And graduated. And is now in graduate school. All while working 40 hours a week. Her perseverance floors me. She’s happily single, and when she walks into a room people seem to instantly gravitate towards her. She has like 874 friends on Facebook (okay like 200), and she really doesn’t have one mean or spiteful bone in her body. Like any friend, she has let me down-but we’re all human, I expect her to. But she is strong and resilient, and she is my hero.


  1. What a good post Hed. Love your honesty about your friend too. She sounds like a strong woman who overcame challenges in life. Gee, she reminds me of someone else I know. Let's see. Hmmm...I wonder who? Might that be YOU!

  2. loved the reference to "hero" as in sandwich!


  3. Awesome post... particularly the Neapolitan ice-cream of my favorites...and your right your friends do let you down sometimes...but like you said, they are only human :)