Disproportionate Fervor

Unfortunately I've been thinking about art lately. Not to say I don't enjoy it, art itself, the seeing and smelling and feeling of it, that's wonderful. It's ruining it entirely through dissection, just like with a poem, that's a tad nauseating.

Let me start by saying, any college-aged girl who thinks she's cosmically linked to Edie Sedgwick is likely on as many drugs as she was.
Hello! Everyone does drugs in college. Lots of them. Then they make shitty art about it, fail out, and die cold and naked in the street.
Factory Girl, IMDB-styles.

So please can we not doom her to the same fate as the Spears-Lohans-Hiltons trifecta? Can we not Che her into an "icon" and recognize that she was just another Warhol peon who came in with the speedfreaks and went out with the heroin addicts?

Let's be honest. Artsy college girls are as much Edie Sedgwick as they are Andy Warhol [and as much as I'm Bret Easton Ellis]: nowhere close and perpetually en route. FYI, you won't get there by trying*. Therefore, until you die at 28--like Heath Ledger already did, so we'll cut it down to 24--from a drug overdose (not your first one, noob) AND allegedly date Bob Dylan, just go to class and continue to feel entitled and misunderstood. We all do.








*Andy quit Carnegie Mellon before he even got a grade in CSW!**



**You won't get that joke unless you go to CMU.

Evidence--List of people who resemble Edie Sedgwick to any degree:

1. Sienna Miller
2. Edie Sedgwick
3. my friend Meghan
4. no one else, especially not in "MySpace light"