January 13th, 2013
There was only one award in tonight’s Golden Globes which was pre-announced: Jodie Foster was honored with the Cecil B. DeMille Award for her 47 years in the entertainment industry. Her acceptance speech was the acceptance speech to end all acceptance speeches:
Beginning at 2:25:
There won’t be a big coming-out speech tonight, because I already did my coming out about a thousand years ago back in the Stone Age, in those very quaint days when a fragile young girl would open up to trusted friends, family, co-workers and then gradually, proudly to everyone who knew her, to everyone she actually met. But now apparently, I’m told that every celebrity is expected to honor the details of their private life with a press conference, a fragrance, and a prime time reality show. You guys might be surprised, but I am not Honey Boo Boo Child. No, I’m sorry. That’s just not me, it never was, and it never will be, but please don’t cry because my reality show would be so boring….
If you had been a public figure from the time you were a toddler, if you’d had to fight for a life that felt real and honest and normal against all odds, then maybe then you too might value privacy above all else. Privacy. Someday, in the future, people will look back and remember how beautiful it once was. I have given everything up there from the time that I was three years old. That’s reality show enough, don’t you think?
There are a few secrets to keeping your psyche intact over such a long career. The first: love people and stay beside them.
…There is no way I can stand here without acknowledging one of the deepest loves in my life. My heroic co-parent, my ex-partner in love but righteous soul sister in life, confessor, ski buddy, consilieri, most beloved, BFF twenty years, Cydney Bernard. I am so proud of our modern family, our amazing sons Charlie and Kit, who are my yreason to breathe and to evolve, my blood and soul. And boys, in case you didn’t know it, this song, like all of this, this song is for you.
She closed her speech with what might be a hint of a possible retirement:
This feels like the end of one era and the beginning of something else. Scary and exciting… and now what? Well, I may never be up on the stage again, on any stage for that matter. Change. You gotta love it. I will continue to tell stories, to move people by being moved — the greatest job in the world. It’s just that form now on I may be holding a different talking stick. And maybe it wont as sparkly. Maybe it won’t open on 3,000 screens. Maybe it will be so quiet and delicate that only dogs can hear it whistle, but it will be my writing on the wall: Jodie Foster was here. I still am. And I want to be seen, to be understood deeply, and to be not so very lonely.
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On February 10, I attended an all-day “Love Won Out” ex-gay conference in Phoenix, put on by Focus on the Family and Exodus International. In this series of reports, I talk about what I learned there: the people who go to these conferences, the things that they hear, and what this all means for them, their families and for the rest of us.
Prologue: Why I Went To “Love Won Out”
Part 1: What’s Love Got To Do With It?
Part 2: Parents Struggle With “No Exceptions”
Part 3: A Whole New Dialect
Part 4: It Depends On How The Meaning of the Word "Change" Changes
Part 5: A Candid Explanation For "Change"
Using the same research methods employed by most anti-gay political pressure groups, we examine the statistics and the case studies that dispel many of the myths about heterosexuality. Download your copy today!
And don‘t miss our companion report, How To Write An Anti-Gay Tract In Fifteen Easy Steps.
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