This is weird on no less than four levels.
Thank your, Nora. Thank your for everything.
“Fucks? The fuck are you talking about. We don’t give any kinds of fucks.” - Jeanne-Claude and Christo, usually
A girl I went to high school/college with was an extra in the big concert scene (filmed in the Alamodome but SET in the Astrodome) that bookends “Selena” and she always claimed that you could “hear her scream” among the thousands of other screams because it “sounded different.”
If you google YOLANDA SALDIVAR you get a ton of sad images of Selena and the actual Yolanda Saldivar PLUS a super cute photo of the always-charming (except when she’s murdering Jennifer Lopez at a Corpus Christi, TX Days Inn) Lupe Ontiveros.
When Aaliyah died (TEN YEARS AGO), my classmates and I asked our French teacher if we could turn on the TV and watch CNN’s coverage. (Was there even coverage?) She told us, “No, I’m sorry. Big deal, a gangster rapper died. This is French class.”
A “gangster rapper”? It still hurts.
RELATED/UNRELATED story, two of my favorite classmates ever were in that French class - BFFs named Amber and Courtney. One day Amber asked, “Madame, how do you say head in French?”
“La tête.”
“Madame, Courtney gives lots of la tête.”
Madame was as oblivious to the meaning of “la tête” as she was to the importance of Aaliyah.
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