Monday, June 5, 2017

June 5, 2017

Dear Diary,

Recently, I've noticed that it can be very depressing to let reality and truth get me down, so I've been working on ways to elevate my moods. Dr.Morell thinks a positive attitude can help, but just in case, he doubled up the Librium and maxed me out on the Prozac. In the meantime, I devised a plan I think could work:

Every time I think about how much is wrong in my life our country, I'm going to try to think about how much worse it is some place else the good things in life.  The first thing I think of is music.

When I was a young girl, we used to watch Shirley Temple movies when we were feeling sad. Everyone was poor in those days, but by the time we left the theater, we'd all be singing happy songs like "The Good Ship Lollipop" or "The Codfish Ball," or sometimes, if my dad was still sober, "Deutschland Uber Alles".

Music really does have the power to make thing better. I wish more people understood that. Back in the eighties, when people were starving somewhere in Africa, Bob Geldof organized a bunch of attention whores pop stars to sing "We Are The World," which made everyone feel as if they were doing something about world hunger. Everyone on that record made a ton of money sang their hearts out: Michael Jackson, Cindy Lauper and lots of other celebrities from the eighties screamed into the microphone while thousands of Africans kept dropping like flies because they hadn't eaten anything in like a hundred years. Fortunately, due to Live Aid, millions of Africans were able to die of hunger listening to danceable music. It probably would have been better if they could have eaten the CDs, but at least they didn't have to pay for them.

See what I mean? Music may not solve the problem, but it lets people suffer to a beat.

That's why I'm glad to see Ariana Grande returning to sing to all those potential additional victims young people in London. What Geldof did for hunger, that empowered little girl can do to fight terror. Nothing discourages a terrorist more than a group of pre-pubescent virginal girls taking selfies, packed tightly into an arena the week after a major lethal bombing. By singing her  little heart out behind a small army of body guards, Ariana is selling even more tickets fighting terrorism the way "We are The World," but this time, there are no TV commercials of dark people with flies on their faces, which I personally always considered a bit tasteless. 

I think this is something women understand better than non-women. I've always felt it takes a village. Maybe if people would sing more, we'd could gain the upper hand on ISIS and maybe even get them to change their thinking about us, too. After all, it's much harder to behead someone while whistling "Zippidee Doo Dah."


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