How many mouths would that necklace feed?
Ooops!
There I go again, as Reagan would say!
A few weeks back, I penned a critical post on Barbra Streisand, on the heels of an in-depth interview she granted for a night-time talk show.
During the course of the gab fest, the celebrated chanteuse played-up her extravagances and nit-picky hard-nosed style (which some assert stems from early potty-training and an anal-retentive personality disorder accordingly) including - but not limited to - boasting about the fact she hand-sorted fish to match up with the color schemes reflected in her meditation pond.
But, the "Funny Lady" - in what was being touted as an honest and insightful peak into an ultra-private corner of La Streisand's little world - stepped in deep do-do (in my humble opinion) when she exalted her vulgar lifestyle in spite of the fact thousands of Americans have struggled to make ends meet in these tough economic times.
Okay, so I was a little harsh, but the truth of the matter?
As mankind heads down a slippery road towards an uncertain future, I think it's of paramount importance, that the citizens of the world look out for (and have compassion on) each other.
According to facts I have gleened from various reputable sources, a handful of rich and powerful men control about nine-tenths of the wealth on the planet.
Scary thought, when you consider the high-profile corporate raiders (for the most part) are prone to toy with the markets at whim, while the madding classes are forced to starve and struggle daily to make ends meet.
In my humble opinion, a distribution of wealth among the peoples of the world, is long overdue.
Revolt, shall we?
Needless to say, I was quite impressed - elated actually - when I picked up the morning newspaper one day recently and spied an article which reported that Streisand held an auction (consisting of memorabilia, clothing, and furniture) with the specific aim of donating the monies to charity.
"Let someone else enjoy it (the eclectic collection) now."
Is it possible that the songbird stumbled upon the Buddhist philosophy and found enlightenment at long last?
The practice of "letting go" and shooting for a tranquil state of "beingness" (where possessions don't weigh the individual down) sure worked for me.
Instead of craving for an exquisite piece of art or longing for an expensive antique I may have caught sight of in an eye-catching display window - I am capable of appreciating the collectable from afar in its resting place without the need to "own" it or spirit it away to my own private digs.
Barbra without an "A" (as Patty Mooney corrected noted in a comment early this eve) has undoubtedly mellowed over the years - or just maybe - that handsome actor husband of hers has something to do with it.
Either way, I say, kudos!
Obviously, a smiling Universe is paying her back in kind, with a No. 1 album, appropriately titled "Love".
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