First of all, I know the most pressing question on all your minds’ is “What sort of rental car did you end up with on this trip, Mock?”
Happily, it was a Toyota Camry. I know it sounds un-American, but you guys, Japanese cars ROCK. Mr. Mock and I have owned or leased many, and they’ve all been completely fabulous. You know what GM and Ford and other American companies should do to sell more cars? MAKE BETTER CARS.
Anyway, you may or may not know that Ashley Judd is (or was last night) in DC. Which makes me want to come home even more so than I do already. Dame posted a picture of her earlier today at the YouthAids event at which she spoke last night, and I’ve now read two different accounts of her speech, which might interest you (and shouldn’t surprise you in the least).
The first account began to touch on the fact that much of Judd’s presentation, ostensibly to bring about awareness of devastating third world conditions, ended up being about how her trips have affected HER. She spoke about running to therapy upon returning from her last trip, and having the therapist “validate her grief” by diagnosing her with “reverse culture shock.”
But it’s the second account that really delivered the true-to-form Ashley goods. She told the crowd that she agonized over the speech and spent the previous night sitting in her farmhouse “with the first autumnal fire crackling” and was hit with the realization that instead of talking about the experience of being in Rwanda or the DRC, she’d tell everyone about what she referred to as “The Calamity of Coming Home.”
Apparently, someone at the airport when she returned was mean to her. How, you ask? Well, she asked her if she was “THE Ashley Judd.” THE NERVE!!! This meanness was dealt with, by Ashley, in the only way she knew how to deal with it, which was to look for someplace to lay down and sob. When she returned home, she claims that her dogs greeted her one by one because, “They knew my tender heart couldn’t stand to see them all at once.” GAG.
Anyway, as she walked into her expansive sprawling ranch, she was overwhelmed by the contrast between her riches and the lives that most people live in those poverty-stricken countries she’d visited. She talked about how she counted all her faucets and agonized with guilt over trivial household items that her housekeeper had bought for her. So struck with sadness was she, she informed the crowd, that she went to see her doctor, who diagnosed a case of “reverse culture shock.” But even after being “validated, ” Ashley’s acute suffering persisted. So she went to a psychiatrist who further diagnosed her with some sort of post-seeing-genocide-memorials-syndrome. “It’ll still take time for me to heal,” she said tearfully.
You guys - do you see the pattern here? It’s all about Ashley, all the time. This is why she’s so mockworthy. She turns good causes into “Listen to my suffering” stages for her to draw attention to herself. She talks incessantly about how her trips have deeply affected her, and how her pain and suffering is consistently affirmed and validated.
There is no one more self-serving, self-indulgent, self-involved, or self-promoting and totally NOT self-aware than Ashley Judd.
HATE HATE HATE.
Did she leave her makeup kit at home?
I wonder how hard the therapist was laughing as he/she wrote out the heafty invoice for diagnosing poor Ashley with “reverse culture shock”
How can people listen to such self absorbed rot?
Mrs. Mock, why do you call the Toyota Camry un-American? Sure the profits ultimately help a Japanese firm and its EBITA… but it was possibly produced in Lafayette, IN at the SIA plant. It put to work Americans and it was produced with zero landfill if so.
You’re absolutely right, numberjockey! Good call.
So she went to a psychiatrist
There’s your sign…….She’s nuts.
How did you deal/react to your last relief mission?
Gawd. Really, Sarah?
You don’t know jack about me other than what I’ve chosen to share with you on this site. You don’t know how I’ve chosen to contribute to charitable causes. And you know what? If someone flew me, business class, to a posh hotel in Africa with promises of a chinese acupuncturist on site on demand, so I could come back and WHINE TO A PSYCHIATRIST about it, you sure as hell wouldn’t hear about it here or elsewhere because I’m not an impossibly self-serving blowhard like Ashley Judd. I’m sure what she saw was devastating. It might serve her (and others) a lot better to talk more about the ACTUAL victims of suffering, than it does to talk about how many faucets she has and how much pain she is in.
You’re really reaching now.
!!! Weird World of Ashley Judd !!!!
Posted by Angela Valdez on Oct. 7, 2008, at 8:53 am
HAHA.
Looks like Angela might enjoy your brilliant rants against AJ.
If Ashley feels so bad, then sell the house! Get a smaller one with only two faucet’s! Kitchen and Bathroom.
Amen to that Maureen! I think if she talks about how bad she feels, then people will think she really does care more than they do. Because Ashley is special, see, and her feelings run so much deeper than that of us mere mortals.
Isn’t her self-centeredness (a word?) one of a piece with today’s certain category of political leanings? As to Maureen’s comment, I disagree - the woman should get a house so large that she would never find her way out of it. Humanity would then be spared the inane spoutings, on par with Mariah Carey’s reaction to the sight of poor African children who would be adorable if not for the fact that they were covered with flies.