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June 29, 2014

My REAL Intellectual’s Guide To The Wizard Of Oz!!!

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)

Having known one two many wicked witches as of late in my dealings with miscreant types leaves me quite interested in L. Frank Baum’s real intent and meaning when writing The Wonderful Wizard Of Oz in 1900. The popular movie starring Judy Garland while close in tonality does not exactly depict the deeper meaning nor life philosophy of the original book. A world entering WWII was ready for a value based tale and so the big screen version was a well received and reinforcing message entertainment vehicle … America wanted to be reassured that you can go home again. Was Baum defining or promoting or even endorsing populism, progressivism – possibly theosophy? Are these ideas ascribed to the book no more than an intellectual overreach – for did not L. Frank Baum write himself as an introduction to his book The Oz Chronicles (volume 1), Chicago, April 1900, that his work,  “aspired to being a modernized fairy tale, in which the wonderment and joy are retained and the heartaches and nightmares are left out.”?

One can not help but look to the characters in both book and The Wizard Of Oz 1939 movie to define modern problems – who is the leader, the suppressor, the hero, the proletarian, the victim in the Oz scenario? Easy you say – poor Dorothy and Toto far from home and lost and her Scarecrow, Tin Man and Cowardly Lion all pathetic put upon creatures. Who then are the winners – the rulers in Baum’s story? Can we believe the good witch is the ultimate victor as she is good and beautiful – so obviously filled with grace that we instantly know hers is a happy existence. Likewise, we automatically know that the wicked witch is ugly, mean and jealous – all the characteristics of a deeply unsatisfactory life. The ultimate king pin is of course, the Wizard himself – and yet in the end no more than a pretender – grant it ultimately having a kind heart and rather benign position. Too easy it seems to categorize and delineate by types – there is a two sided view to Oz participants – one simple and obvious and the other very complex and nuanced.

REAL life is also nuanced – what might appear a negative is frequently the best of what life has to offer and things that on the surface are deemed “normal” often turn out to be hiding less than decent motives or even sinister issues. We all know those who declare “life is good” are many times hiding insecurities and their own belated awareness that theirs is a less than exciting and definitely not successful life – a case of “thou protest too much”.  For my husband and I it has been dealing with much lesser types who think they can judge us on issues their small minds could NEVER comprehend – usually we are both tolerant of such pretenders but as in OZ, evil must be exposed and thwarted. So it is for many, like us, who face misanthropes that lie for selfish or insecure reasons. Dorothy knew you can not ONLY wish bad away – you must actively and with righteousness pursue justice against those who would deny your rightful due. The famous yellow brick road is actually introduced in Baum’s second book, The Marvelous Land Of Oz. When you doggedly follow your own unique path and deny all challengers on your “yellow brick road” there may be pauses/rest stops needed along the way but determination and the knowledge that you are going in the correct direction will surely lead to the destiny of your dreams. The trick is to never ever ever allow haters to place pot holes on your road home. Often easier said than done but like myself and my wise husband you must be not detoured no matter who is getting in the way.

I was recently informed that a certain [shall we say] delusional type was for some reason fond of the Wizard Of Oz Scarecrow. Well now let me assure you that this particular middle of the middle of the middle person has no idea that Scarecrow’s aliases include Socrates Strawman or that his eventual titles were His Majesty The Scarecrow and Royal Treasurer. True, not many do but for this individual the complex insinuations would leave her stunned. As with many among us, her attempt to be humorous or pointed sadly back fires … in that she does not have a REAL brain nor clue to what is REAL. My friends, colleagues and family almost feel guilty at the gifted chuckles such individuals seem determined to provide us via social media – of course, they have also provided material for attorneys, law enforcement and investigators – the ultimate Shakespearean two sided drama of comedy and drama come to mind. Without a doubt many of my dear readers and followers also face enemies who profess decency but live deceptively and with hatefulness toward others – possibly they have fear born out of their own insecurities and inferiority complexes. Don’t we all have neighbors or colleagues who do the budget travel routine and then fancy themselves sophisticated when in reality they are the ultimate bourgeois tourist/aptly described with the coined phrased “Ugly American” middle class travelers? These folks return to their insular hometown life – typical setting travel photos in hand –  falsely secure that they are worldly, when in fact they are insignificant and unchanged despite a trip or two abroad. These types will still and always be what they were as children in middle America”s far too frequently small and narrow minded place. Unlike Dorothy, such deluded individuals, return from their journeys no more aware or informed as when they dine at the local beer joint or chain food neighborhood restaurant. And yet there are others we all know who venture only short distance but somehow gain insight through REAL learning and REAL relationships. It is NOT the so called middle class by income I demean here – instead it is that middle class mentality, which is far too often a danger to REAL progress. What to do when faced with loathsome creatures you ask? Do as Dorothy did and as I/my husband do – persevere in a glorified G-d given life and NEVER allow evil to defeat you. As was Kansas in The Wizard Of Oz so is your ultimate destiny worth the struggle and the battle and as the characters who bonded together to reach the Emerald City – you will bond and find REAL like minded loves and friends and support systems if only you have determination and the will to get to the home place you deserve and desire. You must remember that the scholarly interpretation of that green colored place is illusion based on an insufficient value and that should be the caution for all us of REAL value as we seek our ultimate place of contentment. Do not be as those who delude themselves into thinking theirs is a REAL place – never waver on account of the poseurs  – for if you do the miscreants triumph and that would be offensive to G-d!!!

Note: This is a redux/attenuated version of my 2102 essay … some references above now made even more serious due to ongoing situations involving the individuals referenced. With G-d’s grace and the devotion of my wonderful attorney all will be made clear soon … additionally the intentional delayed publications of my first two books until later has made possible a third book in consideration solely based on legal matters referenced. In the mean while, stay tuned and stay in touch dear readers and be very careful for many among us are indeed deranged Oz worshippers!

June 8, 2014

His Play Write, My Summer 2013 Play Wrong!

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)

Terrence McNally _Thomas KirdahlDuring the Summer last year my husband and I were visiting with acquaintances near the small town of New Hope, Pennsylvania. Passing the historic Bucks County Playhouse, our host mentioned their current production of Mothers and Sons by Terrence McNally – I enthusiastically told my day’s companions that I and my parents before me were huge McNally fans and that in fact, I believe I might have once met this genius writer at a Philadelphia event with my Father. All agreed it would be a wonderful idea to see his latest production but time probably would not allow us that opportunity as the play only ran for a few more days. Nothing unusual so far but as with so much in my REALLY serendipitous and always interesting life there is a caveat to this seemingly simple and mundane occurrence.

Just a few days later I found myself attending a meeting with the acquaintance of myself and my husband that had previously suggested we all see the play. As we walked to dinner where the plan was to discuss possibilities for my husband and my new venture, my companion realized we were quite near the Playhouse. We strolled past the billboard in front where I fawned over the play’s announcement – again expressing my admiration for Mr. McNally and the star, Tyne Daly. On this very hot East Coast evening in very high heels I was led by my evening’s host down toward the small gathering of the play’s professionals and arriving theater goers. It seemed [now and for future discussions a bit odd] that my host had previously met Thomas Kirdahy who apparently was involved in the play’s production in a very prominent way and as such introduced me  to this extremely charming man – my introduction led to questions and after discussing my studies and family, the chat turned to my planned books and blog. Mr. Kirdahy seemed interested and of course, I was only too eager to suggest he write down my contact information and take a look – as you are doing right now – at my blog essays. I was thrilled that he agreed and was careful to note the exact title of my work and then there was a small discussion that maybe my work could be a play someday along with publisher’s suggested plan for a movie. Oh my, I was thrilled and took the offer of free lemonade the playhouse was serving while being both beaming and excited.

Melting in that evening’s extreme heat and now anxious to both not wear out our welcome and also get this Friday night’s dinner meeting completed, I agreed to sit for a moment more at the the table where the play’s principals were waiting for curtain call outside – it was then that my “play wrong” faux paus occurred – I received a second introduction that went like this: while still standing I heard, “Tereza, this is Terrence“. I leaned over to shake the kind looking gentleman’s hand saying “Nice to meet you, what do you do?” Graciously my new acquaintance answered “I write plays” and then as I sat down said, “That must be interesting“. Yes I did – I said that to a man I have admired for many years and for some reason my dinner companion  – which I would have done if visa verse – did not take it upon himself to gently prod by reminding me that this was Mr. McNally [more in future writings about my later concluded reasons for that]. It does get worse my dear readers – after this ridiculous totally unexceptionable social misstep, I began to chatter away about my own writing – actually suggesting that Mr. McNally might enjoy reading what was then my most recent blog essay titled “My Special Relationship with Justice Scalia” – it was obvious we were both probably political Liberals and so there were a few guffaws about that essays title. Still oblivious we bid farewell and walked to our dinner reserved restaurant. Only then did it dawn on me that I had just met one of my favorite writers – an award winning and quite heroic gentleman. Oh my G-d, Oh my G-d, Oh my G-d … yes indeed that was my moment of  “I can not believe I did that”  happening.

There is a rather sweet follow up to this debacle. The next day I found that a special friend of mine and his husband were in fact seeing that evening’s production of this play. The day after my friend posted on Facebook photos of himself with Mr. McNally and Mr. Kirdahy and Tyne Daly – the play’s star – all of whom my wonderful friend and his husband seem very well acquainted with. Another Oh moment then as I realized I did in fact know that Mr. McNally and Mr. Kirdahy were married – having read that in the New York Times, etc.. Well now – I am fond of saying that I don’t do embarrassment – no that feeling is not in my emotional repartee. My life instead consists of realizations when wrong or offending another, that sincere apology is required, a life correction one might say is to be pursued as a regretful action might have been my mistaken course. With this in mind, I am thinking of just the right gift and note to send the couple of McNally and Kirdahy as explanation and apology for that hot Bucks County evening’s “can not believe I said that” moment!

 

August 31, 2013

Labor Day 2013

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)

 LaborDay” …  Hungry people eating the stuff they raised, living in the houses they built, I’ll be there too …” says Henry Fonda near the end of the film Grapes of Wrath. On nearly every Labor Day growing up my late father and I read and discussed this iconic and historic book, as well as often watching the film together. I have written in other blog essays that I am the proud daughter of a successful business man who was also a union organizer – yes my dear readers, one can indeed be both.

The recent anti-union vitriol in this nation in nothing more than a political attempt to sway into action one group of Americans against another. The REAL and true economic fact is that organized labor has raised the standard of living for us all. History teaches well that companies responded to the pressing demands of unions even if not themselves involved. People seem to forget just how disposal workers were before employment laws began to be enforced. Injured at work meant goodbye to income and certainly no recourse to seek compensation for damages.

Yes I know that many of you truly believe that unions forced companies to close on account of costs and that your cost of living and purchases increased as well – this is pure nonsense I assure you. Simple truth is that REALLY healthy economies are a cycle of salary in, spending done and hence more jobs created. No matter labor, semi or professional status – if other folks do not have expendable and disposal incomes, then you will not have a position to receive yours either.

So do me a personal favor [you will thank me] my friends on this Labor Day 2013 – between the sale shopping, backyard barbecues, last beach visits – take some time to read Steinbeck’s Grapes of Wrath book and/or watch the old black and white film version. If you are lucky when I have you all over for a grand fête some day, you can hear me recite most of the very emotional ending soliloquy spoken by Henry Fonda, “  … wherever there is a hungry man, I will be there …”. Now go be a REAL American – support ALL our citizens in seeking security and good health and in doing so you will be reminded that we REALLY are our brothers and sisters keepers … so help me G-d!!!

P.S. In my year (2013) memoir, Heiress Mommy … A Modern Super Woman Life! and recently decided Summer 2014, Life Journey of Heiress Mommy, many of the amazing REAL details concerning my late father’s business philosophy – including how his legacy has influenced myself and my dear husband in making recent decisions – will be shared. Until then, get to task and help make our beloved nation a place where ALL can prosper!!!

August 27, 2013

Does Miley Cyrus REALLY Matter?

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)

mileyVMAMy husband and I are both feminists – each deeply concerned about what we believe is the REAL growing war on women, both here in USA and around the world. Our philosophies in no way means either of us want to dictate choices to the female gender … Free to be as one wishes should rule the day. This includes expressions of beauty and sexuality for women; however, as my wise husband stated after seeing news reports about the Miley Cyrus VMA performance:This is a case of women making their position in our culture more vulnerable and diminishes women’s values therein !”   [see why I adore this man].

I am frequently reminding folks that business comes after the word, ‘show’ in reference to the entertainment industry. Profit is the assumed motive for any product – so if it sells, well now then it makes perfect sense to do it. The faux outrage about moral standards in reaction to vulgarity is frequently misplaced – shut the television off, do not go to see the film, do not buy the music, etc. is my standard advice. As far as role models for our children – my husband and I are that   and only those we decide as such for our children – not stars or sports figures. True, I worry about those youngsters without parents to guide them and insist the one common denominator of school take up that task.

My REAL fear is that young women are defining themselves singularly by appearance and sexual desirability. This syndrome can be delineated as a consequence of movies, television and magazines representation of the female ideal. We feminists struggle mightily to teach an alternative as possibility for life where all aspects of life prove a healthy and fulfilling direction. Having it all means attending to and developing all parts of your person. Mind, body and soul need tending to and females are lessened by suggestive demonstrations like that of Ms. Cyrus this week – not because it was sexy but instead because it was simply not entertaining, just offensively vulgar. True art that includes a grown up woman being desirable must combine respectful and tasteful representation of the full female gender. This “twerking” behavior has the potential to put young women at risk when they try to emulate Ms. Cyrus and the young women are not in a committed relationship. In today’s world, sometimes even a committed relationship is not enough protection for a woman who is attacked based upon her sexuality. Ms. Cyrus do you really want to be the root cause for another young woman’s misery when she attempts to emulate you in these public outlandish vulgar expressions?  I wish it did not matter.

P.S. In my memoir, Heiress Mommy … A Modern Super Woman Life ! and follow up book, Life Journey of Heiress Mommy, all the REAL details of why my husband and I are so supportive of women’s rights will be shared. In the mean while, remember your mother was a woman!

July 30, 2013

America’s Middle Class Missing Those Halcyon Dynasty Years

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)

DYNASTY LOGOIs my title here an oxymoron – no, not at all. For some time and through considerable reading – even study – my mind can not help but conclude that the working middle and solid middle class were perfectly content with their status and small sharing in the lives portrayed on the evening soap opera type 1980’s Dynasty television show. Oh no, you must be thinking – what possible analogy can that have to do with what President Obama recently discussed as the growing income gap crisis in America? Plenty I tell you for now and for some time we have dissipated and denied most any chance of even climbing onto the first rung of that exalted ladder toward grand wealth – why even quite a few already climbing upward through a two parent decent paying and benefit provided jobs have been knocked back down to nearly sub-par existences.

I have long believed that most middle of the middle Americans did not necessarily aspire to the complications that business ownership present … my own parents, husband and myself, other family and close friends have dealt with both the extraordinary opportunities and often daunting responsibility entrepreneurship create for an individual and even the entire family involved. Most good hard working middle class folks felt content and grateful for employment that allowed them a secure standard of living, fear from being homeless or penniless, with the extra expendable money to pursue the small pleasures of holiday parties, budget travel and comfortable retirement. A now and again moderate luxury expenditure or small assistance to educate a child for degrees previously never obtained in that family so much the better for these Americans. There was no envy or hatred for the wealthy or more educated for the working middle class felt their own modest dreams quite enough to claim happiness and gladdened hearts at that America promised and obtained to their wants and needs dream.

Gone, mostly gone is the standard of living comfortably for many in our nation and so there is now REAL anger – often misplaced and not correctly delineated toward the perceived well off. Enemies are now those perceived as greedy despite they too having worked hard and diligently to achieve success – frequently misappropriated blame is professed for explanation of who and why caused such personal economic failures for our fellow citizens. Are there guilty among us – of course, but mostly resulting from lack of REAL oversight and implementing of laws meant to control taxation and distribution of funds through corporation and governments alike. We must have a more logically and less finger pointing solution to the growing unevenness and disparity of American incomes … I am against the so called Occupy Wall Street movement and am convinced its very simplicity denotes a dangerous and meaningless attitudinal posture which will result in no progress toward fairness for all in this nation. Likewise, convincing one group of middle working class that another group – say union workers – are cause of their own economical problems is insane and a sure path to end the cohesiveness that this country depends on in order to function well. As President Obama just stated this week, the growing extreme income gap is fraying our society and our unity is disappearing. We each should demand others are paid fairly – economies are cycle structures and what is earned is spent and this creates another earning position and so on and so on. No doubt the other demand is that REALLY fair share of taxes – not more than fair – is paid by those fortunate to earn or inherit great wealth.

So back to the Dynasty television analogy I began this essay with – those days were seemingly copacetic for the elite showing their finery through drama and magazines, as well as the viewer and consumer. The couture designer clothes and wares offered to the privileged few could be morphed and presented for reasonable purchase prices to the many – satisfied with their obtained copied versions and elated at the REAL prospect that if working hard enough and if so desired they too could live the way those rich people did might, just might happen for them or their children one day was enough to make everyone REALLY happy to be Americans – lets now be determined to reestablish a system where that REAL or imagined status is at least a possible dream for many!

P.S. In my memoir, Heiress Mommy … A Modern Super Woman Life! and follow up book Life Journey of Heiress Mommy, many of the hows and whys I am both a confirmed capitalist and egalitarian union supporter will be fully explained.  For now I assure you if we meet I can sing union songs while wearing my REAL designer clothes – get it?

July 18, 2013

His Play Write, My Play Wrong!

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)

Terrence McNally _Thomas KirdahlEarlier this Summer my husband and I were visiting with acquaintances near the small town of New Hope, Pennsylvania. Passing the historic Bucks County Playhouse, our host mentioned their current production of Mothers and Sons by Terrence McNally – I enthusiastically told my day’s companions that I and my parents before me were huge McNally fans and that in fact, I believe I might have once met this genius writer at a Philadelphia event with my Father. All agreed it would be a wonderful idea to see his latest production  but time probably would not allow us that opportunity as the play only ran for a few more days. Nothing unusual so far but as with so much in my REALLY serendipitous and always interesting life there is a caveat to this seemingly simple and mundane occurrence.

Just a few days later I found myself attending a meeting with the acquaintance of myself and my husband that had previously suggested we all see the play. As we walked to dinner where the plan was to discuss possibilities for my husband and my new venture, my companion realized we were quite near the Playhouse. We strolled past the billboard in front where I fawned over the play’s announcement – again expressing my admiration for Mr. McNally and the star, Tyne Daly. On this very hot East Coast evening in very high heels I was led by my evening’s host down toward the small gathering of the play’s professionals and arriving theater goers. It seemed [now and for future discussions a bit odd] that my host had previously met Thomas Kirdahy who apparently was involved in the play’s production in a very prominent way and as such introduced me  to this extremely charming man – my introduction led to questions and after discussing my law studies and growing family, the chat turned to my upcoming books and blog. Mr. Kirdahy seemed interested and of course, I was only too eager to suggest he write down my contact information and take a look – as you are doing right now – at my blog essays. I was thrilled that he agreed and was careful to note the exact title of my work and then there was a small discussion that maybe my work could be a play someday along with my publisher’s plan for a movie. Oh my, I was thrilled and took the offer of free lemonade the playhouse was serving while being both beaming and excited.

Melting in that evening’s extreme heat and now anxious to both not wear out our welcome and also get this Friday night’s dinner meeting completed, I agreed to sit for a moment more at the the table where the play’s principals were waiting for curtain call outside – it was then that my “play wrong” faux paus occurred – I received a second introduction that went like this: while still standing I heard, “Tereza, this is Terrence“. I leaned over to shake the kind looking gentleman’s hand saying “Nice to meet you, what do you do?” Graciously my new acquaintance answered “I write plays” and then as I sat down said, “That must be interesting“. Yes I did – I said that to a man I have admired for many years and for some reason my dinner companion  – which I would have done if visa verse – did not take it upon himself to gently prod by reminding me that this was Mr. McNally [more in future writings about my later concluded reasons for that]. It does get worse my dear readers – after this ridiculous totally unexceptionable social misstep, I began to chatter away about my own writing – actually suggesting that Mr. McNally might enjoy reading what was then my most recent blog essay titled “My Special Relationship with Justice Scalia” – it was obvious we were both probably political Liberals and so there were a few guffaws about that essays title. Still oblivious we bid farewell and walked to our dinner reserved restaurant. Only then did it dawn on me that I had just met one of my favorite writers – an award winning and quite heroic gentleman. Oh my G-d, Oh my G-d, Oh my G-d … yes indeed that was my moment of  “I can not believe I did that”  happening.

There is a rather sweet follow up to this debacle. The next day I found that a special friend of mine and his husband were in fact seeing that evening’s production of this play. The day after my friend posted on Facebook photos of himself with Mr. McNally and Mr. Kirdahy and Tyne Daly – the play’s star – all of whom my wonderful friend and his husband seem very well acquainted with. Another Oh moment then as I realized I did in fact know that Mr. McNally and Mr. Kirdahy were married – having read that in the New York Times, etc.. Well now – I am fond of saying that I don’t do embarrassment  – no that feeling is not in my emotional repartee. My life instead consists of realizations when wrong or offending another, that sincere apology is required, a life correction one might say is to be pursued as a regretful action might have been my mistaken course. With this in mind, I am thinking of just the right gift and note to send the couple of McNally and Kirdahy as explanation and apology for that hot Bucks County evening’s “can not believe I said that” moment!

P.S. In my year (2013) memoir, Heiress Mommy … A Modern Super Woman Life! and following Summer 2014 Life Journey of Heiress Mommy I hope to detail all the REAL facts of how dear husband and I ended up even being at that place, at that time that created circumstances leading to my meeting the great Terrence McNally – hint is that all did not turn out well with certain unseemly characters involved but still quite thrilled that I did meet the play write and his very accomplished husband, Thomas Kirdahy. As with so much in my life, my hope and prayer is that what is so blessed in my life through trial, tribulation and the subsequent REAL triumphs will help guide others to that gloried path!

June 1, 2013

Messy Mass(ive) Media

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)

13498662-finger-pointing-a-an-mass-media-word-cloud-on-blue-backgroundSeriously – are you joking with the almost self delusional idea that anyone REALLY cares about your choices for clothes, food, furniture, etc.? Oh my. how elitist of me but indeed my rather insulting question has a quite serious undertone. Worse still is the idea that any loathsome person thinks it fine to take a photo and share on Facebook, Twitter and such of a complete stranger – accompanied by opinionated comment or two. Simply rude , bad form and I hope leading to lawsuits and legislation forbidding this ever increasingly egregious activity. Now if you want to convince yourself that the world cares to see that which your deem of importance despite your less than effective life status – be my guest or seek therapy asap. One personal example is an individual hubby and I suing/law enforcement investigating proclaiming himself a “writer” with no book deal and a blog consisting of his retail clothing work place photos only – it has been suggested to us, along with his other activities, that this probably can be diagnosed as grandiose delusions and that has many frightening implications. Still the privilege of delusion is  just that – your right to be, as long as no REAL crime occurs [in the case we are dealing with REAL crimes of vandalism by him and more did happen by the way]. However, if you find it reasonable to take liberties with another person’s image and post that photo anywhere without permission – other than of course public figures and even then there are legal limitations – well then, if there is REAL justice – see you Court. Thinking I am a litigious sort – you are correct in that analysis and trust me, I plan to make this and other similar situations concerning slander, defamation and intellectual property rights part of my life work. Growing concern about privacy has already led to lawsuits – how and where and even why someone’s “stuff” is shared already under legal review. The harm and thievery that comes from the indecent and lesser types activities among us in their effort to possess that not theirs, insult/mock those they know little of, if anything at all, ascribing attributes or lack thereof to others and the shear “no holds barred” attitude presented on social media sites needs to be challenged … I volunteer.

Unless you are famous or REALLY talented in a particular field, only those near and dear to you, care about the choices your Instagram and Pinterest venues present. Nice sharing but certainly no demonstration of creativity and as that is the case, the false sense of accomplishment that some gain from these processes is delineating REAL worth and value from those more worthy of our collective focus. I worry that the next generation will think the faux bloggers that mostly post photos of other person’s wares and products might misconstrue that as something intended for scholarship – well not REALLY but still troubled that our youngsters will not seek that which directs them to learned presentations instead. Without REAL text and analysis one gives little thought to the basis for that suggested as informative or instructive. Here it is and there it goes seems the tone of quipped comments under a self created photo shoot – no questions asked about the creator or impetus any longer required it seems. Of course, not all of us nor even the majority limit scope of intake to the quickened social media sites … Twitter and Facebook, LinkedIn and Google+ can often allow for REAL discourse, interaction and worthwhile exchanges, as well as sharing of ideas.

Ethical and moral consequences must also be a consideration in this discussion – is not decency and manners something worth including in things mostly entertainment? The arts are to be respected, along with REAL news journalism – to not do so is a REAL “slippery slope” toward the dimming of society, not to mention the elimination of outlets for growth and development of those areas that affect us all to some extent. Technology has made way for more inclusion – a sort of world wide communal participation potential and yet there are still demographics denied entry; who and how the offerings will be distributed needs careful oversight if even more divisiveness is not to occur around the globe. Concerted effort by governments and organizations privy to the resources that can make a REAL difference and keep progressive our intellectual human advancement need to be ever watchful – research, development and the highest levels of educational offerings must be maintained or we all just one or two quick smart phone snap shots away from REAL ignorance!

P.S. In my book, Heiress Mommy … A Modern Super Woman Life!  all details will be shared about my love affair with lawsuits … yep, you slander, defame or harass me – you repeat, post or misrepresent me and mine on or from social media and I and my husband and our amazing REAL “team” of attorneys and advisers will REALLY see you in Court – this is not a totally selfish  modus operandi  for I believe others can and will benefit on account of the “line is drawn here” effect my very soon to be public posture will create!

May 9, 2013

T.V. Court America is World’s Circus Maximus

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)

ChariotLights, Camera, Action!” is no longer singularly the call for a television drama or film production . Sadly it is now the directive beginning for sensational and often relatively unimportant REAL life crime scene and courtroom dramas. Rome’s Circus Maximus was the venue for ludi – the religious festivals that one might say deteriorated into the thrills and spills of chariot races and later man versus animal challenges. Seems to me the same proverbial raw meat “slippery slope” has occurred in U.S.A.  jurisprudence my friends. Why surely you can recall the O.J. Simpson trial being the birthing venue for the now constant rally round the television screen 24/7 latest sensational crime story. No matter the REAL societal significance or lack thereof, this entire nation – even world – seems drawn like the proverbial moth to flame when presented with criminal or at times civil legal matters and subsequent courtroom dramas get into the public arena. We are in REAL danger of taking our eye off the ball folks – so many pressing and serious life matters to be addressed and yet the news uses precious resources to give us massive public access to crime scene and court room happenings. Why we must ask – what is the motivation besides shear voyeurism that has created this, to me, very troubling societal posture?

Vitriolic fervor – passion beyond the norm is what we see these days as the public reacts, comments and even protest legal case verdicts.  Of course, there has always been a certain level of titillation and news focus on crimes of the infamous and famous but social media has allowed for a world stage where all the viewers feel perfectly comfortable inserting themselves as judge, jury  and executioner. Without hesitation individuals will call in to Court television coverage to condemn a jury decision, second guess a schooled judge and even critique police/detective work. No question that redress by those not directly involved in a matter of legality is as old as the system of laws – the REAL difference in our present massive 24/7 Cable, Facebook, Twitter and such atmosphere is the proliferation of joined efforts by strangers in an effort to direct and decide what results come from the halls of justice. Trial by public opinion is not the place we want to go – no my dear readers for that is without a doubt the road to REAL damnation. What prejudice, personal premeditation, ignorance will determine the fate of those being tried – isn’t this a frightening idea? You must agree with me that the almost “feeding the lions”  tonality of constant barrage coverage of each and every latest courtroom drama is at best uncomfortable and at worst a serious deterioration of our legal system. My oh my – law as entertainment is no longer a good movie or play but a REAL life imitating art imitating life and equaling not REAL art but a public circus. Myself – I am deeply concerned that we can not go back to a studied concentrated effort to right wrongs in accordance with our legal system. We need to get a grip on the mass emotions and seeming rightful privilege to nonchalantly determine what is good or bad law.

I need not convince you by my written words alone  – just think back and try to remember the 2011 Casey Anthony trial. Dear G-d, what public focus and REAL angst that tragedy produced day in and day out … a child, Caylee Anthony dead, reasons unknown and yet the wonderful America justice system REALLY did work and allow a jury of her peers to decide the fate and outcome. Agree or not – that is how it should work and none of us will be content otherwise in the end if polls decide guilt or innocence. Now we have the Jodi Arias  situation – WOW – strangers cheering her conviction outside the court house. What REAL business is this legal drama to the general public … we have to believe that those so hell bent on voicing opinion in this kind of news story are either without vice or terribly bored. Flip I am being here but not lacking in concern. In my mind the other  obvious issue is why the community surrounding these crime scenes are not as easily made to get involved in bigger issues like child neglect, homelessness, environmental deprivation, government budget cuts  – all that might have effected the original demographic that produced the criminal tragedy that now is so important to them.

There is every right for the citizenry of a nation and even the entire world to review and weigh in on matters of law. However, under no circumstance will humanity benefit from hysterical and uneducated participation through social media in matters of law. We must be careful and reign in this run away train – always and completely being respectful of the system that our own democracy has created. Yes oversight and constant vigilance against extremist attitudes are mandated in jurisprudence but that swinging pendulum must not be allowed too wide an arc. In my year end (2013) memoir, Heiress Mommy … A Modern Super Woman Life! there will be REAL and heartfelt detailing of why I care so much about the scales of justice. Until then I ask that you stay involved but not without thoughts of what REALLY matters most – that is a fair and balanced land of laws, which  is best for all of us!

May 2, 2013

What Detroit SHOULD Learn From Philadelphia!

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)

Detroit

I was shown a Twitter comment a few days ago suggesting that places like New York were “overrated” and so that Michigan born individual suggested that it was best to head back to Detroit. Why yes – that is if you are going to do as the late Tony Goldman did and now his daughter … that is to REALLY address and not faux champion the problems in that once iconic Michigan city. Recently (April 2013) at the inaugural meeting of Project for Public Spaces at Westin Book Cadillac, downtown Detroit investor, Dan Gilbert and now CEO, Jessica Gold Srebnick , seemed posed to offer that REAL dedication to the basic and core history – one might say flavor – of this Midwestern city. What was discussed in needing to be foremost in any redevelopment plans was the creative and herculean effort such an under taking requires. May I add that it seems quite obvious the fawning influx of middle class young suburbanites and surely temporary inner city Detroit residents is NOT the solution. Like my beloved hometown of Philadelphia, like New York City and Miami – you need REAL devotees of a place in order to save and then grow that community. Love I tell you is not only the answer for a personal life but REAL love is needed to save a city and to make it blossom.

Location,  location, location is the well known mantra used as instruction when one buys a home or starts a business and it is also the geographical dictate that often helps decide the destiny of a city, town or community. Some places like the historical city of Philadelphia lucked out by having itself center East Coast – near to the world’s REAL capital, New York City, close to this nation’s government center, Washington, D.C. and easy travel launch to the rest of the world. Both New York City and Philadelphia are blessed to be the center for a ring of REAL thriving neighborhoods – middle and working class boroughs and suburbs are logistically attached through public transportation and even decent highway, bridges, and tunnels. Add the plethora of universities, medical centers, major companies, art/entertainment venues and such – these two cities thrive where places like Detroit can never hope to in just the commerce and activity quotient alone. However, not only location make these East Coast cities more stable than its Michigan poor cousin – no, it is also the REAL strength of diversity from nationalities, ethnic groups, races, social economic levels that forge a stronger and more resilient platform for sustained growth. Not always peacefully coexisting to be sure but still interacting and hence interdependent are the varied demographics of places like NYC, Philadelphia, Boston and Miami. You know the reality is – in it together for better or worse – what forces these historically prominent places to go the distance and make things work no matter the obstacles.

Oh baby, hard work is certainly part and parcel of making a city be relevant and vibrant. Government and civic oversight a must in development and sustaining of our nation’s oldest cities. My own family and many friends were and still are at the forefront of Philadelphia prospering. The City of Brotherly Love was blessed from G-d to have [for two terms beginning in 1991] as its Mayor, Ed Rendell – he who demanded, cajoled and more the business types into doing the right thing to make the city a destination world class place. In my memoir, Heiress Mommy …  A Modern Super Woman Life! there will be so much to relate my very essence to  the city of my birth, Philadelphia. Almost DNA for me is how distinctly important that city was and is to my family history, successes and narrative.  Not nostalgia as many reminiscence about the “good old days” when Detroit prospered on the determinate factor involved in its being the automobile manufacturing center of the world but instead East Coast cities have morphed and expanded while keeping the respectful denotation of past glories and accomplishments. There is moral imperative in keeping a city center vital despite the suburbanization of its population – not at all different than acknowledging those relatives that went before each generation and by hard work made more success possible for their offspring. I am snobbery to a fault  in thinking but probably correct at the same time in the belief that only a REALLY astute and sophisticated population can overcome narrow minded preoccupation to allow the inclusiveness necessary to work, school and seek entertainment in a heterogeneous city center. Why even the Midwest city of Chicago has despite its center of country locale  managed to sustain a panache – a desirous draw to new and old residence alike. Why then not Detroit? Easy answer for me is that the groups that comprised a thriving motor city at one time just never REALLY worked together in effort to make it better – no, they just segregated to their bedroom communities and dismissed “those people” as the “other“. Come on readers,  you know its true … race relations and prejudice by the less than intellectual and far from progressive white middle class damned that city and still makes it nearly impossible to reconfiguration it into something modern and valuable. My wise husband was born and bred in Michigan – near Detroit and is stunned and very impressed with the difference here on the East Coast; he fell in love with inclusive intellectual awareness that Philadelphia offers its many citizens. In discussions and attempted analysis my husband’s first hand Detroit experiences have allowed him to surmise that the prejudicial and minimal scoped attitude of most suburban Detroit residences has lead to its demise. As I have in other blog posts,  I must mention my own personal awareness and battles with the lesser type bedroom community dwellers from that area: for these strip mall shoppers, it is that despite a few budget trips aboard and for a few a four year State college education or community college for others, they remain narrow minded and destructive. Their kind would never consider helping inner city Detroit minority youths and yet are willing to do an occasional Haiti “mission” in order to get their once in a lifetime photo opportunity. Is it in the water hubby and I often joke? Why here on the East Coast or places like Chicago do even those without benefit of  travel or higher education seem so much more erudite and willing to embrace REAL life possibilities than their similar types in the Detroit area? Is that a matter of location too or could it be the suburb’s ghetto attitude that you are born, live, work, school and die in that place being just fine that which has so limited the possibilities for REAL achievement in Detroit? All or some of these reasons need to be outed, dissected and addressed if ever in the words of Motown great Stevie Wonder there is “living, living just enough for the city” is to happen!

April 29, 2013

Going Punk to The Met Ball … Really?

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)

Punk-Chaos-to-CoutureFor years, one or another opportunity seemed to present itself that would perhaps have gotten me an invite to the iconic annual‍ Metropolitan Museum Ball ‍in New York City. No REAL invitation – only the stirrings of a possibility. Never doubting one year it would happen and as soon as I had a REAL publicist in my life, the “MUST get me to” list included this amazing event. Life busy – multiple pregnancies, moving, school, etc., plus, of course dealing with The Miscreants™ made only now the plan be within reach … thinking my year end 2013 memoir, Heiress Mommy … A Modern Super Woman Life! being published might just do the trick for 2014. My admiration and devotion to the efforts surrounding this fete are not purely pedestrian – not REALLY a singular wanting to be present for celebrity sake. Although, I readily admit that my REAL support team, myself and Hubby dear guffaw at the thought of how berserk members of THE REAL Evil Doers Club™ will be when seeing me there on that red carpet … wait, would these idiots even know what this event is? Well at least vandal Chicago pant seller poseur guy will – more on that in my book and subsequent interviews. Not at all without the ability to fawn over the well known, my REAL desire is to attend as a joyful guest, in support of the REAL value that such endeavors involve. Trust me that as a lifelong student of the nuances that otherwise seemingly frivolous happenings broaden to include in their scope, The Met Ball is about much, much more than glitter and bling.

This year on 6 May 2013 the theme will be Punk fashion … that’s right – Punk and its morphing into couture and the mainstream.  There will be an accompanying exhibit until August that examines this phenomenon. Accompanying the exhibit is a book, Punk: Chaos to Couture, by Andrew Bolton. All Met Galas have themes and each promotes an awareness of its subject matter – hopeful that the media attention creates interest and of course, commerce for the fashion industry. One might think of it as democratization of the arts. Without a doubt there are some who think such events frivolous and insignificant in relation to the more serious issues facing this world  – oh my, I say prospective attitude  is needed my darlings. There are jobs and jobs and jobs that REALLY depend on those factions highlighted at such social events – workers bees and creative types alike benefiting in multiple ways because The Metropolitan Museum Costume Institute survives and thrives. Preservation of items and venues like those this and other museums house is of paramount necessity to our culture; the REAL beauty of a democratic society is that all people can view and enjoy creations once reserved for the few and mighty. Does anyone REALLY believe that instead of artifacts there would be more food and shelter provided for the needy? No is the equivocalness answer – there is no quid pro quo exchange in this scenario and as that is a REAL fact we all must glean as best possible the benefits [near and far] that are afforded the world through the grandeur of these times and places. Blessings to Anna Wintour, Editor-in-Chief of Vogue who rightfully can claim for many years having been responsible for turning this Spring annual fete into a massive global attention getting happening. Her marketing and public relations genius is nearly unparalleled – I for one am a fan of this determined business woman. May I say that many paychecks are cashed on account of Ms. Wintour’s efforts – a thank you to her would be in order my friends.

Oh yes, one more brilliant addition to this event is that Beyonce Knowles [Mrs. Carter] was announced as the Honorary Chairperson of this year’s Costume Institute Gala. Marvelous choice I think – this talented performer, business woman, wife and mother is a fashionista without question. Indeed her celebrity status brings attention to such events from those who might not have otherwise tuned in but isn’t that just more inclusion to be championed – well I think it is. Now I go to contemplate how best to be sure that I REALLY am invited in 2014 – so much to do between now and then … perhaps a little visit to my brilliant plastic surgeon/dermatologist, more working out to be scheduled, deciding what couture designer to be visited and more – wow, I am exhausted already!

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