PATRICIA IS INVITING YOU TO RETURN TO THE STONE AGE, IN HEELS - 09/11/21
Now, more than ever, this Newsletter will be your lifeline, the one you'll need to hang on to if you don't want to sink.
In addition to the fact that days are shorter and shorter, coupled with the foul weather that damages our purest thoughts, tonight we may or may not have to put up with Macron taking the floor, as others take the lives of others.
Of course, you might prefer to pick up a book (mine), take the bull by the horns and leave home, or simply meet a girlfriend in a bar and spend what you'd give a shrink on wine. Because why is Emmanuel coming to your TV tonight? If it's not to tell us that he's raising the minimum wage to €10,000, that COVID is finished, that Hanouna will only be broadcast on Télé-Bocal, or that Patricia Blanchet will become the only brand of shoes allowed to be sold in France, what's the point?
This guy wants to regain control, seeing that a journalist/political scientist is in the process of pulling the same stunt he did five years ago, supported by billionaires controlling the entire press. So I'm telling you straight out, my dear sisters, it's time to turn off your TV sets, if you have one, unplug your internet boxes, your 4G, or 5 if you've preferred to invest in tech rather than Blanchet. You'll be better off without this avalanche of news, often fake, and (badly) chosen quotes taken out of context. You need to refocus on you and you alone, and ignore the outside noise that's as harmful as lobotomy.
Apart from that, what's really exciting today? Well, 107 years ago, one of the most astonishing, beautiful and fascinating actresses was born. Born in Austria to a father who was a banker and a mother from the Hungarian haute bourgeoisie, but also a great concert pianist, the young Hedy Lamarr had everything it took to be a pampered daddy's girl, spending her days horse-riding and waiting for time to pass. But then, at the age of 12, she discovered Fritz Lang's Metropolis, a film that captivated her and inspired her to take up cinema. At 16, she left school and looked for a way to become an actress.
She worked in a theatre with Max Reinhardt before moving to Berlin, starting an interesting career there, and marrying two years later a rich armaments industrialist whose sole aim was to take away the slightest bit of her freedom. He even went so far as to try to buy back all the prints of a sultry Czechoslovakian film in which she played the lead and in which, for the time, her nudity caused a scandal, as did the orgasm scene in which only her face was filmed.
Tired of being watched, she went first to Switzerland, where she rubbed shoulders with Billy Wilder, then to London, where she performed on stage and met Louis B Mayer, who offered her a meagre contract with MGM. In Hollywood she worked with Victor Fleming, Spencer Tracy, King Vidor and Cecil B. DeMille.
In addition to her superb career in cinema, she was also an inventor in telecommunications techniques, inventing, for example, with her friend, the composer George Antheil, a way of coding transmissions. A principle still used today for satellite positioning, or in certain wifi techniques. So if we're so connected today, it's also because of Hedy Lamarr, who should have contented herself with being a sublime actress, it would have saved us from being so geolocalised. On that note, kisses on your feet.
Come on, get your ass up on the dancefloor wearing your Patricias who love you so much: