. . . I may have two very interesting "parallel lifetimes" of my own that speak (I think) quite profoundly about how we "see" men and women -- It is quite possible that in 1935, I was gracing magazine covers across the globe in not one body, but two
one -- a glamorous young actress from Texas; the other, a hard-charging race car driver born in Italy
in the mid-30's, both were at the tops of the their games; in the late 1930's, however, BOTH their careers went sour . . . one, barely remembered, was a famous beauty of the era who is described as the "tragic Hollywood actress" and the few remaining notes about her talk, primarily, about her clothes and her erratic disposition
the "boy" also saw his career derail, although he had a more obvious hand in derailing it . . . noted as elegant and a magnet for beautiful women, this is simply a side bar to his professional accomplishments
at the time, each was considered a "clothes horse" and noted for their looks and magnetism, yet that is all anyone says about the "girl" and it is simply an added "bonus" for the boy
anyway, over the course of his career, he won 30 races, including the 1933 Grand Prix of Monaco
over the course of HER career, she appeared in 30 films
and this shadows pretty much everything from then on
and Achille Varzi (initials A.V. -- sort of an upside down A), who (at about the same time on the other side of the world) hooked up with the wife of his German team-mate and became a morphine addict
also, kind of a bad bet on Cupid's table
is remembered primarily for his accomplishments on the track, his brilliance behind the wheel . . . even though he fucked up his career and went from being, for a brief period, the highest paid athlete in the world
to a man living in a sanatorium for addicts while his team mates and rivals re-wrote racing history while he was away
the parallels are kind of freaky -- Adrienne Ames, born August 3, 1903, died (of cancer) May 31, 1947 . . . age 43 years, 9 months, 28 days
Achille Varzi, born August 8, 1904, killed while driving in practice prior to the Swiss Grand Prix on July 1, 1948 . . . age 43 years, 10 months, 23 days
their lives ran parallel to one another, they were born in consecutive years (during the same week -- 5 days apart) and died in consecutive years and their life spans were only 3 weeks apart from being exact -- to the day !!
but the woman is remembered for what she looked like, the man for what he did
their "issues" are seen in a different way, too
what Achille did, on the other hand, matters only to the extent that his emotional "break" interfered with his "track record" and the number of trophies he may have won as an accomplished racing driver
if you're a perfectionist as a man, you're applauded . . . do the EXACT same thing as a woman, you're a bitch !!
I find the parallels really kind of eerie and uber-fascinating, not only about what it may reveal to me about "who I am"
but what light it shines on how men and women are "seen" soooooooooooooo differently