Read a lot about and from her lately, a very interesting woman. Sounds like she drove Paul Simon insane... one more point in her favour.

and my dad flew to Elizabeth's side, making his way slowly to her front

OMFGROFLMAOI

I love that she admits that she drove Paul Simon crazy. I also love that she recognizes how screwed-up her childhood was, but still speaks with such affection about her mom. Plus, she's just really, really funny. And there's nothing I enjoy more in a human being than a truly dark sense of humor.

I read that yesterday, sent it to my Mom. She's hilariously deadpan -- I made sure I read it with her voice in my mind.

I think that her incredible since of humor (she cracks me up, a lot) has been what kept her relatively sane. It's her coping mechanism.

My diagnosis was manic depression - today they call it bipolar disorder. In many situations you can hardly tell there's anything wrong with me - I just have too much personality for one person and not quite enough for two.

LMAO. And a great coping mechanism it is!

That was funny, thanks jay-ross.

What a great read. Thanks for that.

What an interesting life! She'll never live down that hairdo, though!

I once convinced a roommate to dress up as Carrie Fisher/Princess Leia for Halloween by wearing a white bathrobe and two pumpernickel bagels on her ears.

Oh, man. I read that yesterday, and it was all "meh", then I read this part...

Remember the white dress I wore all through that film? George came up to me the first day of filming, took one look at the dress and said: 'You can't wear a bra under that dress.'

'OK, I'll bite,' I said. 'Why?' And he said: 'Because ... there's no underwear in space.'

He said it with such conviction. Like he had been to space and looked around and he didn't see any bras or panties anywhere.

He explained. 'You go into space and you become weightless. Then your body expands but your bra doesn't, so you get strangled by your own underwear.'

Ok, funny. I'd heard some of that before, and I can just imagine the earnestness of the geeky director saying this to someone.

Then this:

I think that this would make for a fantastic obituary. I tell my younger friends that no matter how I go, I want it reported that I drowned in moonlight, strangled by my own bra.

And I lauged for five minutes straight. Tears, almost out of the chair. Everything.

ymmv. :)

I always love reading her stuff and hearing her speak. She was on a talk show on NPR not too long ago and she was very entertaining and real. I think she's great. The fact that she's kooky and sarcastic (I know she also suffers from Bipolar disease, but you know what I mean) and lets it all hang out is appealing. She does talk incessantly about her childhood and her past traumas and ordeals. Sometimes I think, shut up and move on. But, for the most part, I love it that she shares and isn't afraid. It makes me feel a little less guilty (or foolish depending on my mood) for sharing my life sores.