Archive for ‘The Arts’

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!

 

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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!

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!

April 26, 2013

Art as Sports Metaphor or Vice Versa

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)

One must always be careful
not to let one’s work be covered with moss.”

Marc Chagall

Art as sportsOne need have eyes to see, heart and soul to feel and an intelligent, open mind to comprehend – this is what I believe both art and sports demand of we the viewer, participant and consumer. Oh my, it has been a few week of horrors here in the United States and in many parts of the world this April 2013 and yet I found bliss in reading articles and attending – making plans and arrangements for coming exhibitions – art venues. Equally comforting was sports – reading about, viewing and definitely in the doing. As this Marc Chagall quotes suggest, we humans must not let the moss cover our work – be that which we create or do each day. Constant vigilance to not becoming complacent must rule the day in the face of all that confronts us and so with both art and sports there lies the chance to play in the game of life. The ancient Greeks produced many works of art that depict sports as a glorified life activity – surely that is a telling instruct that both disciplines elevate the human existence.

I was raised in a very eclectic family … busy, busy, busy bees were we – no  possibilities nor opportunities left to chance. As some of my other blog post explain no matter whether talented or championed in an activity, there was still value in the attempts and enjoyment in pursuit. So too with art and sports – guided toward giving all a try and to never deny ourselves the pleasure just because the struggle might be daunting. As such, I have and insist my children do as well, take full advantage of venues that allow participation and viewing in both the artistic and athletic worlds. In our REAL family and among many friends, careers in the arts have developed. I was fortunate to grow up – have as my best girl friends two sisters, more family in fact, that were talented artist … I was often the younger ones muse and proudly still display in my homes the works that I modeled for as her youthful accomplice. There are cousins who work in the fields of art and many friends who do likewise. Visiting museums all over the world has been one of my life pleasures and my husband and I subscribe to and attend both Sotheby’s and Christie’s auctions regularly. Why list all this for you my dear readers?  My reason is to suggest that like much in life, art is as sports – one needs to receive the pass to enjoy the pitch. Wow – a metaphoric directive indeed but only that which I truly believe important.

Growing up in Philadelphia allowed me to wonder the halls of many museums. In  fact, my previously mentioned young best gal pal and I as young teens made art museums our regular haunts – often we would wonder the floors of well known establishments, like the Philadelphia Art Museum and less famous, smaller off the beaten path places. I fondly remember our pretending to be that or another grand lady or fictional character in accordance with the art displayed and years later this same friend and I spent time in Switzerland and France going museum to museum large and small. A poignant aside is that in our early 20’s it was at this lifelong friend’s Painted Bride Philadelphia Art Show that I met my first [late] husband and of course, both she and her dear now deceased older sister were my bridesmaids less than one year later. My precious friend – a REAL artist who graduated University with Art Degrees and myself, with no such talents, equaled in enjoyment these shared art oriented activities. I believe my being able to do so was on account of being open to receiving that presented. How much of life can be defined by just such a sports metaphor – I think a great deal of what we humans define as missed or denied, is only those things we were not readied for or willing to accept as possibilities in our life. Far too often we hear people say, “Oh I am not good at that!” or  “That is just not for me!” – sad really as that then suggest the purview of much is only for the few.

Thrilling in my life is having the opportunity to go to many art events – well known and obscure, peruse catalogs and shops for purchases. Just as wonderful is going to a sports event – not always understanding either the game nor creation has ever caused a detour from my wanting to be there. No indeed, I feel a rightful place among those more skilled or learned. All should have the same confidence that expertise not a requirement for attendance at any event or occasion. Of course, pretense is not needed either – only simple awareness that all created is open to each of us, as long as respect is observed. I got the idea for this post when reading about and planning to visit exhibits of whom I consider a “life environment” artist, James Turrell. My husband and I hoping one day to have one of his light installation pieces in one of our homes, I decided to set out a plan for us to see one of his soon to be three museum shows. In my research I found him saying that which I always believed true, “Art is a completed pass. You don’t just throw it out into the world – someone has to catch it.“. Thrilling to me how exacting that statement is and not only for art or sports but for every single aspect of REAL living. In my memoir, Heiress Mommy … A Modern Super Woman Life! so much of what I hope to have my readers learn is that I REALLY knew how to catch those life opportunities – the passes thrown my way and how others can and should too!

Note: As I am sure my followers/readers have noticed by now, I use REAL and REALLY frequently in my post … that is, of course, deliberate and meant to be a pointed reference – one might say a hint aimed at those I reference so often as my husband and my nemesis. All will be clear in my book and accompanying interviews but for now, please know it is not without REAL reason that I denote much that way!!!

April 17, 2013

Israel @65

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)

Israel_65A celebration of the birthing a nation – modern day Israel is celebrating 65 miraculous, amazing and gloried years. 2013 or 5773 (Hebrew) denotes a prospering and ever more world important Middle East country … no longer simply the homeland of my Jewish people, Israel is a tech center, arts venue, education mecca and vacation destination for all people. All who visit come away astonished at the level of sophistication that Israel presents – magnificent is the only apt description of this tiny and strong willed country. No one should think it naive when I state Israel strong now and forever … it is determined by G-d and assured by men and women who will not let Israel go asunder – we, the Jewish people of this world and those who support us will NEVER let Israel vanish from this world. You must visit – you too – no matter faith or national origin, will come way awe struck and in love with my proud ancestral homeland.

Without the obvious considerations – the facts of Israel being the homeland for my religion and ancestral heritage of Judaism – one must marvel at the social and economic growth of this REAL democracy during its short 65 year existence. Israel is not singularly a place for nor of one particular culture – yes, it is our Jewish homeland but many faiths, ethnicity and national origin people live and prosper there. Israel is a true international place … the business and financial aspects are multi national and welcoming. Scientific research, technological development  and academic scholarship nearly unprecedented. Education always foremost in Jewish life, is a mainstay of everyday life in Israel … no matter the surrounding stresses, the population adheres to high education standards and this, along with research and development in areas of science has produced unequaled major medical and world changing/life saving break through treatments. Stunning is the only superlative that correctly denotes the absolute abundance of progress in this small and most days besieged nation – where else and when else in history has such evidence of G-d’s REAL blessings been demonstrated. A miracle?  – perhaps but also a fierce and directed sense of righteous  placement and intrinsic knowing that this is as it should be allows for such accomplishments.

I love the idea of eclecticism – many of my blog posts have referenced my own family and individual life as being just that. Not surprising to me that Israel is that too – a multiple faceted and many disciplined nation. Art, fashion, science, technology, ecology, education, medicine,  religion,  travel,  music,  agriculture,  food,  entertainment,  textiles, architecture,  politics,  charity,  international involvement,   etc.,  etc.,  etc.  –  exhausting and dizzying but REAL and true as a description of all Israel does and offers. I am aware of sounding prideful – why not I ask – for is not this a place to boast of? The issue more important to discuss is why all REALLY good people do not see this as a blessed template from which all nations can learn – glean lessons? Israel should be studied and mimicked – for if we/they can survive and rally to such accomplished heights despite surrounded by sworn enemies, then why not others? Herein lies one of my constant refrains – if you read me regularly or know me personally, then you are aware of my personal gloried story of rallying and overcoming much – my thwarting of naysayers and defeating of nemesis only to REALLY have it all. Yet I, as Israel, remain vigilant and humble – always acknowledging those that assisted and made possible achievements from which I benefit greatly. Israel owes great debt to the United States but it is a mutually benefactor relationship and no one need think that anything less than synopsis between the two rules the day.

In my memoir, Heiress Mommy … A Modern Super Woman Life! I will share some of my 14 trips to Israel details – my plans to have a property there some day and why I was born on account of Israel being too. For now I say, HAPPY & BLESSED Birthday Israel … I REALLY LOVE YOU!!!

March 20, 2013

My Heterosexual Love Affair with REAL Women!

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)

Sappho_and_Erinna_in_a_Garden_at_MytileneNow don’t get all excited my darling readers … no salacious or sexual escapades will be discussed in this particular blog post. Mainly because there are none to describe in relationship to myself and other women. This is not a Lesbian tutorial nor a dismissal of those who are – in fact, a few of my best friends are in same sex relationships and I worked tirelessly for/am thrilled that this nation is finally going to be a REALLY equal place for them to live and love.  No I am not gay but I REALLY do love women. But oh baby – betcha my title got many REALLY interested. Glad I caught your attention because I know you will enjoy the whys and hows of how I am in love – platonic of course  – with many, many REALLY fine women. For those of you who read my blog regularly or know me personally, then it comes as no surprise that I am blessed with the most amazing female companionship – REAL family and friends, colleagues and associates of the female gender who I adore and they me. I have even gleaned the benefits of women I now consider REAL friends via social media sites like Facebook and Twitter – women who have defended and protected me from slights or others evilness and have now become part of my life forever [G-d willing]. I am part of a club – that which is a gathering of REALLY worthy females and I am thrilled. Sit back and read carefully as I regale you with all the delicious  but never lecherous  details of my gal crushes – the famous and infamous among them.

Indulge me with a wee bit of divergent topic discussion here – still REALLY relevant to the idea being reviewed in this blog post however: One of the most ridiculous blogs I  have ever read is a Chicago gay guy’s diary which mostly includes who he sleeps with, what faux couture clothes he wears, what he is eating, how his cat behaves, how much he disdains his Mother’s lower middle class suburban lifestyle [which apparently includes and he hated shopping at Boscov’s] – all with the poseur “I” as primary genre. Rarely a political, sociological nor other than self word in his blog – in fact even when finally writing after 3 years about his dead sister, only how it affected him is detailed, despite the fact that he, his Mother and sister reaped nearly $195,000 each from a wrongful death suit after that poor (apparently nearly now) forgotten 20 year was killed.  My psychiatrist gal pal believes possible mental health issues [for which this person was indeed once hospitalized for as a teenager] are at play. Hmm … why bring that up here when the topic is my gal romances? Simple you see – I will never write such a narcissistic obvious neuroses laden diatribe in simple minded diarist form as the loser offspring of the woman who is my husband and my nemesis when what I claim to be describing is my caring for others. You know his kind – works as a waiter but insist on describing himself as a “writer” – despite never having a REAL book deal or any such prospect – relevant to my topic here in that this creepy guy also is constantly berating  and mocking those he has [gay] romantic affections towards.  So now with that off my mind … I do the opposite of Chicago legally disowned/disinherited, fatherless criminal vandal [oh my – how did that slew of hints come out of my lap top???] and champion my same sex crushes. Bet you dear readers thought my referencing The Miscreants™ was over – no, no, no but lawsuits beginning soon and law enforcement seem to be wrapping up investigations – now we will be sharing REAL news articles and such with you all – here and elsewhere. However thought a bit of comparative analysis is appropriate as one of the loathsome offspring of THE REAL Devil’s Daughter™ is indeed gay – as my husband and I are huge supporters of the LGBT community, we are disgusted that an individual such as this self indulgent and REALLY delusional person could be thought to represent our gay brethren. Relevant here too is that the so called “friends” females of  THE REAL Evil Doers Club™  that this Chicago fellow is involved with  – these loathsome women really nothing more than cohorts in efforts against myself, my husband and our REAL family. These women by just about everyone aware of them determination are certainly not females worthy of admiration by any REALLY accomplished woman – they are the polar opposite  to the amazing women I love and am loved by. By observing these creatures, one can easily come to understand that not ALL of my gender are to be championed. Nothing genuine about such pretenders and definitely no core value to such women. But that is REALLY for times to come and trust me all will be made public – my REAL women friends will be by my side in triumph and victory then too.

Well now lets us get back to moi  – shall we? I am a flaming – some might say obsessed sexually with my REALLY sexy husband  – heterosexual female.  But you must understand that if I were a Lesbian – I would still be REALLY crazy about the women I will describe here – only I would be dating them with any luck. In previous blog posts like, The Goddess Crew™ [26 August 2012],  I shared my blessing of REAL lady friends – women near and far who are my constant support and glory. Like all young girls, there were for me many schoolmates, club friends, cousins and more to bond with in my youthful girlfriend style – the sleep overs and constant bestie types companions all through primary school years and even into college and graduate school. The friends that were bequested on account of a familial relationship equally important and into young adulthood and newly married status female compatriots always served as my stability. Lucky me to have guys as friends too but the girls and women who were there to cuddle, to commiserate, to run to my side – oh those sweet darling ladies of my life who still pick up the pieces when I break a little and I them – these are such a REALLY sweet refrain in my life. Intimate is the only way to define those relationships between us gals because many times it is just that – intimate and REALLY personal. Women will clean another if ill, help coif and dress without embarrassing, feed and administer care if their friend is ill and counsel during struggles. Again, I must be 100% truthful – I have men who have done the same for me but no more REALLY platonic intimate relationship can ever exist then that between two women who REALLY love one another. So yes my readers – I have real “crushes” on my gal pals – love, love, love my lady friends in so many ways and so very deeply – no equivocation about it – these are REAL love affairs in my very full and REALLY blessed life.

Now lets chat about my head over heels admiration and at times almost groupie like affection for the famed past and present who share my XX chromosomes.There are  writers, poets, historical figures, politicians  journalist, activist and others in my fondly held in my heart  repartee – so many women  to admire throughout history and into present day modernity. I fall madly in love and force everyone around me to listen about my respect and fondness for the women of the Bible, the leaders of nations that I enthusiastically read about like CleopatraCatherine the Great, Golda Meir, etc., etc.. In other posts I list each tome that capture my attention concerning these women. I fall into a trance while following life stories of famous, well known and those more obscure women who created and discovered so many contributions to this world. I have had a plethora of “Oh my” moments – wanting to know everything about these women and not to forget their names – all this and more has been a REAL love affair for me. Not all my gal crushes are long gone – there is our late Jacqueline Kennedy, Coretta King, Secretary and hopefully future U.S. President Hillary Clinton , our magnificent current First Lady, Michelle Obama, my feminist template Gloria Steinem and all the female members of the United States Supreme Court. Two of my Jewish “sisters” in the political world must be remembered too – Representatives Debbie Wasserman Schultz [like myself a breast cancer survivor] and the brave courageous Gabby Gifford – both women deeply connected to me and I do love them very much. Likewise, I fawn over artists and entertainers – some not main stream like Marina Abramovic and others quite popular like Barbra Streisand, Bette Midler and the like. I am especially fond of my equally litigious – sue the slanderous and defaming bastards similar to me, Catherine Zeta Jones … yes indeed, this beauty and her husbandman Michael Douglas are like myself and my husband – no such offense should go unchallenged is our shared philosophy with this star couple. Why even my JAP “sisterSarah Jessica Parker has me smitten … talented woman who struggled to become a Mother [like myself having achieved REAL pregnancy and now considering gestational carrier to grew our wonderful family] and NYC dweller are two things we soon will have in common. I admire and workout to Beyonce, Adele and the more Avant- garde Nora Jones. I can not live without hearing classical music performers , such as violinist Lindsey Sterling. Being a  fashionista  type and filling my closets with REAL couture has me adoring designers like Diane von Furstenberg [like myself – she is a REAL Jewish Princess] and Donna Karan , Stella McCartney – both also Jewish ladies [bet you did not know Linda McCartney was Jewish and therefore so is daughter Stella]. Not being huge TV viewers in our homes leaves me pining for the erudite news provider and commentator Rachel Maddow and her similarly astute female news types – including Andrea Mitchell who I had the pleasure of meeting many years ago. I can not leave out entrepreneurial types like Facebook’s Sheryl Sandberg and Yahoo’s Marissa Mayer – so much in the news these days.  Being a life long athletic type and sports enthusiast I am also a huge fan of women like American ulta runner Diane Van Deren  – I have been a runner for almost 45 years now and she/others inspire me each day. There are my lady sports heroes that can not go without mention – recently retired basketball coach, Pat Summitt, among them. There are so many women who I adore … I respect and admire – far too many to list here.  Sadly, I also have my “if only we had met ladies” like dear lost too soon Nora Ephron, who I wrote about in my post, Losing Nora Ephron [27 June 2102] and others I will now never meet but always honor in memory. There are others that my heart and mind simply can not help but love – the young Malala Yousafzai who was shot in Pakistan for her blog and desire to be educated – now happily back to school and still a voice of power. Girls and women throughout history making a difference – bravely and sweetly changing the world – how could I not fall in love over and over again ?

Now here is my most recent creme de la creme moment concerning gal crushes. I have always adored, admired and respected the actress Ellen Barkin … I am a HUGE fan. I follow her on Twitter and am determined to have her at one of my book signings if she will honor me by accepting my invites – NYC of course – when my end 2013 memoir, Heiress Mommy … A Modern Super Woman Life! is published. Anyway, I retweet her often and last week sent her a message of affection and noting that I frequently ask myself what would EB do or say? OMG!!! She responded with wonderful and very caring advise. Obviously, I saved that – my newest talisman to take out when the times are tough. By the way,  I woke my family in those early a.m. hours excitedly saying “Ellen Barkin sent me a Twitter message!”. My dear husband and later that day, friends and colleagues were happy for me – as they should be because Ms. Barkin is a REALLY great lady – and I REALLY love her.

So I end this post with respect, affection and admiration for all the REALLY great broads of the world – past and present. Sending each my virtual xoxoxo and wishes for G-d’s blessings because maybe, as the song says, It’s A Man’s World but the lyrics also include “but it wouldn’t be nothing without a woman or a girl !”!!!

February 24, 2013

Every February I Fall in Love with the GOP … Grand OSCAR Product!

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)

Oscar-2013Money makes the world go around”  the song in Cabaret begins … yes indeed it is, happily, Oscar money generating time again. We should all be REALLY grateful that the U.S.A. entertainment industry provides a yearly venue that creates jobs, distributes contracts, does massive hires and creates wealth for so many varied vendors, artists, workers, etc.. You have those employed directly in the film industry – the actors, producers, directors, agents, scenery and makeup/costume designers, audio experts and more. The accessory and support areas of food, travel, car service, fashion, hair stylist +++ are REALLY too numerous to list. All are benefactors of Oscar time economy  but more relevant is the year round economic benefits to so many that our America film business creates. Along with this grandeur once yearly film business economic stimulus is the day to day movie tickets, refreshment concessions, DVD sales and attached product promotion licensees that all pay salaries to small business owners and average workers. Even the fashion and jewelry industries benefit from red carpet events … copies galore are instantly produced after each star studded couture viewing – sold to the waiting minions for much more reasonably priced aspired to attires. Reason enough to support this industry but there is more and you my dear readers/followers just know that I am itching and ready to explain it all to you here.

Shall we start with one of my favorite subjects – the law; in this instance Intellectual Property Laws. My brilliant husband, Chester Michael Eliasz-Solomon and I (jointly) own 30 trademarks and are forever watchful, as are our advisers of infringements on these products of our creation. The entertainment industry is and should REALLY be vigilant over their produced works – whether tangible like actual movies or an idea – all should be the sole property of those who had  developed, imagined and produced that thing. When you copy – engage in piracy [warez] – you are stealing from many people. Theft is theft … no delineation from you breaking into a home to rob from another person. All of you who know or follow me realize by now that I tolerate no such action – you try to take my ideas, my repudiation  or my right to be productive – I will sue your miscreant evil doer ass immediately. Why should Hollywood, et al. be any less determined to protect their property? Remember not only the REALLY few high paid stars are effected by such thievery – there are multitudes of workers whose livelihoods are lessened and even permanently destroyed from piracy theft. Trust me – you should REALLY care about this issue for yourself, loved ones and communities because all lose revenue from such egregious actions. Listen folks – I fully admit to being a purist on this topic; my late Father, who was a successful entrepreneur capitalist pro-union/labor activist [yes – all that and more] would admonish us/his  children and grandchildren for looking through a magazine or book too extensively before purchasing. Abe Solomon’s  well thought out theory was by doing that – deciding not to buy only after consuming the contents – we were taking away jobs – that is correct, using without paying destroys the economy – period. So you see I was born and bred to be REALLY involved in the legal world of economic rights and protection – it affects each of us no matter your locale, career or financial status. It is not just Hollywood that suffers from piracy theft.

Now – the REALLY glam  fun stuff plus a wee bit of sociology. I adore the arts, the creators, the skills, the fashion and the glitz. So very American are all the Oscar details. Where else can a just a year ago unknown actor be championed as the greatest star on earth? Up by the proverbial boot straps has always been the true grit of movie land – indeed we of modernity just love to build folks up, just to tear them down and yet, still inspiring each of us to see an upstart youngster or seasoned working actor make it big. Hollywood and Vine – the corner of stardom and obscurity present all possibilities as equals. Films inspire, comfort, teach, entertain and much more – salvation is found, direction shown and often much needed momentary escape given by going to the movies. Wow – who could ask for anything more? Us mere mortals copy speech, lifestyles, dress, seduction methods from what we see and hear at the movies – television as well but more so the big screen in that it REALLY is a bigger than life venue and as such morphs we watchers into its temporarily staged world ideal. Many REALLY important historical social issues have been addressed and affected by the movies … wars detailed, patriotism defined, civil rights situations made clear. Can we not therefore think of film as the world’s tutor – our modern day Socratic teacher is how I see the shared communal movie watching experience and resulting national and even international conversational debates. Communication made accessible is what the film industry gives the world – we can know one another more easily because a story is told and unfolded before our eyes when we go to the movies.

So here I am at a hotel blogging event – at an “undisclosed location” [not joking about that] – writing this blog post, enjoying events and looking forward to having a REALLY lively Twitter @HeiressMommy [Teréza Eliasz-Solomon] peripatetic chat with all of you as the Academy Award Oscars are presented live tonight!!!

P.S. Hubby and I and our “team” are thrilled that discussions are beginning for my memoir Heiress Mommy … A Modern Super Woman Life! to be made into a motion picture … now what to wear on the Red Carpet – thinking my much admired Marchesa  [hello Mrs. Harvey Weinstein] would be a REALLY great choice for me and of course, jewels by the iconic Harry Winston. Stay tuned – my life is always REALLY getting more and more interesting. Enjoy the evening!

December 31, 2012

Atlas with a Vagina!

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)

Our true intent is all for your delight.

–William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream                                                                               

female atlas Carrying the world on my shoulders seems the norm – as it does for many of my gender … from the beginning of recorded history, throughout the ages and into modernity there are examples of we females burdened with and triumphant against the ills of the world. I am deeply flattered when my husband, family, friends and colleagues describe me as “a REAL force of nature.” Being a REAL alpha type female has served me quite well – I never allow myself to feel or be treated like a mere “chick” in professional settings … I assume I am equal because I am equal to any man in the room. Being alpha does not mean I do not depend on any man – my husband is my equal partner in all things [we are each others heroes] and there are many other male friends and colleagues whose presence in my life is very important and even paramount to my successes. I like being REALLY smart and men like that I am too – no feigned weakness or “damsel in distress” posturing is needed for me to get attention. For me and other women a vagina is not, as often publicized, any detriment to success – in fact, more recent empirical social and scientific data proof of the reverse – there is REALLY vagina power. No slight to the male genitals but oh baby, we gals birth you, feed you, love you and so much more. Now do not get defensive my darling male readers nor my females who might be getting that “I am not a feminist” attitude because you think that would mean something it REALLY does not – like you can not be stay at home Mom or pretty or whatever. Equally some of my devout feminist kind – which by the way both myself and my husband [who legally took my last name/has our children do the same] REALLY are – find bogus offense to my often used “goddess” reference … I embrace that status and even trademarked Goddess Crew™ on account of my effort toward thwarting that term as diminishing and instead, as I believe, promoting that all REALLY good women are indeed goddesses. Here I assure you only, without insult, I present my take and REAL facts on how females have been equal to and at times, superior to our male compatriots – trust me, I will liberate my men and women readers equally – for does not REAL strength of all people give comfort to each of us?

I’m a lonesome little Eve, Looking for an Adam, Gee I wish I had him,

Cuddling me, neath the shade of a tree, And in our garden we would be so happy.

— Gypsy Rose Lee, on Stage

How can I discuss vaginas without mentioning Eve – Adam’s dear companion. One of my husband’s and my favorite books [that my darling gifted me during our courtship] is The Diaries of Adam & Eve, Translated by Mark Twain. In fact both of us quoted this book – in my blog post, A Wedding Anniversary Tale: How NPR, Jaguars and Eagles Got Me Married! [20 November 2012] and on Chester Michael Eliasz-Solomon’s Facebook page to commemorate our 9th wedding anniversary on 29 November 2012; we are also planning to incorporate it into our 10th anniversary marriage renewal ceremony next year. Why you ask is this particular literary work relevant to my idea about female strength and power? The answer is that Twain has his imaginary Adam diarist entries acknowledge Eve’s value and importance in his life. Lets face it folks – Eve got a bad rap in Bible tales.  The offer of fruit – an apple – Eve’s greatest faux pas and yet her main man willingly accepting it made him the victim? Well now – we must examine who here is the strong player and whom the subjugated weakened character; for did not the giving in by Adam make him the lesser and did not that make him the guilty party? No matter – Eve got blamed and we broads have been paying ever since … read on as I examine the issues of REAL power and REAL aptitude that often allowed women to rule the world and how men were gladdened by that fact.

May your bare ass always be shiny.   – Eleanor Roosevelt to Gypsy Rose Lee, 1959

 

Queens, warriors, scientists, adventurers, athletes, poets, writers, chanteuse, mothers, wives, lovers, harlots and whores … just a few of the titles women have had while shouldering the burdens of this world. In my blog post Witches In My Halloween [28 October 2012] there is detailed evidence of how women have been accused of witchcraft throughout history in order to punish and marginalize – over an over again, society turned to the claim of magic as reasons for a woman’s success or power. We need only think of Joan of Arc to know how harmful to oneself an original idea was if female. Just as detrimental to my gender were claims of hysteria and other more serious diagnosis of mental health problems in order to explain why a woman was upset or disgusted by her life circumstances. A woman like Suor Maria Celeste, daughter of Galileo Galilei (1564-1642) has mostly been lost to history despite being, as her father described, “a woman of exquisite mind”; this third child of Galileo mirrored his own brilliance and sensibilities but was placed in convent – and yet, she still proved to be her father’s greatest support and confidant. In David Sobel’s book, Galileo’s Daughter we get to read the [as translated from the original Italian] letters from the sequestered Maria Celeste that illuminate her intelligence – leaving one to wonder what would have been this woman’s destiny if she was allowed to, as her acclaimed Father, invent and explore the heavens. In Henry VIII’s England, dynastic politics, religious dictates and propaganda and prejudice against the female gender combined to deny women full rights and even convict and execute many … easily dismissed and punished for perceived slights were women of the Court.  Leanda de Lisle writes in The Sisters Who Would Be Queen, A Tudor Tragedy about twenty-five year old Anne Askew, who as a evangelical and witty poet had the atrocity to argue with her husband about religion; charged with heresy, condemned and sentenced to death for her offenses this young intelligent woman was also tortured by rack in an attempt to get confessions about other women supportive of her religious reform ideas. Credit needs to be given where due and so I want to acknowledge that this England also had the English translated Book of the Courtier by Italian Baldassare Castiglione be popularized amongst its growing educated class of women. And then we have Queen Elizabeth I – now that vagina definitely was Atlas in a gown – the so called “Virgin Queen” cultivated an image both feminine and supremely majestic.  Having gained title to England by her wise father, Henry VII’s REAL and legal rejection of strict primogeniture inheritance [which as all my dear readers/followers know well my husband and I have also legally done with unworthy types], Anne Boylen’s daughter ruled as a single lady for many years – changing her nation for the better. Great Britain has had other successful female reigning monarchs in Queen Victoria and the current Queen Elizabeth II – both who that managed to have children and successfully rule … let us just say that these women definitely had multi-functioning vaginas. I can go further back and have referenced in other blog post the amazing and world changing female leaders, Cleopatra and Catherine the Great– needless to say, these women were strong and capable and both had vaginas but did not allow that to deter them from their rightful destinies. I know – Cleo, who we still are fascinating by, did not get to live out a long life, as the Ruler of Russia was blessed with but still managed to affect great change in her time and throughout world history. As far as affecting world history, no matter what faith you are, one must admit that the Jewish maiden, Mary giving birth to her son [as Christians refer to as] Jesus was a REALLY important historical event. So you see a vagina is not a deterrent to grandeur and in some cases the exact means to get there – by producing REAL heirs a woman can affect the world. My Hebrew name sake – Bathsheba [yes my last name is Solomon and I am the widow of David and my new/remarried to 2nd husband is Chester Michael, the archangel – interesting, don’t you think] – was blamed for the wrath of G-d on account of her luring our Jewish King David; I am thinking that this great king of we Hebrews could have easily withstood the charms of such a woman but none-the-less, she has been the one denoted as energetic seductress all these many years.

Genius is not a gift, but the way a person invents in desperate circumstances.

–Jean-Paul Sartre, as quoted by author Karen Abbott in American Rose

No vagina writing would be complete without mentioning the pioneers that changed laws and professions.  Kathleen’s Barry, Susan B. Anthony, A Biography explains that her being born in 1820s was perfect timing because that was the dawn of the political movement of women in America and Anthony was our feminist leader from the start. Nellie Bly is described in Brooke Kroeger’s book as a daredevil, reporter and feminist – being born in 1864 gave Bly an opportunity to brave the storms of  historical world changing situations while forging into new territory for women seeking to be part of current events. Harriet Tubman bravely helped organize the American Underground Railroad – her determination and hard work as an abolitionist changed the course of humanity in the United States; before her the feminist abolitionist Sojourner Truth overcame her own slavery and when freed in 1827 struck out to assure others would be able to live as full citizens in the United States. There are women who did receive appropriate recognition for their achievements: The Polish scientist Madam Curie was awarded two, one in Physics and the other in Chemistry, Nobel Prizes and certainly other females have since been given the same high honor of being Nobel Prize recipients. There were female leaders of nations championed in recent history for their efforts: Israel’s Golda Meir, India’s Indira Ghandhi  Great Britain’s Margaret Thatcher and currently Myanmar’s opposition leader Aung San Suu Kyi. Great women like Coretta King, Eleanor Roosevelt, Jacqueline Kennedy, Secretary of State Hillary Rodham Clintonand now First Lady Michelle Obamaall made possible their husband’s accomplishments and are themselves accomplished, history changing figures. We have United States Supreme Courts Justices Sandra Day O’Connor, Ruth Bader Ginsburg, Sonia Sotomayer and Elena Kagan that as members of the highest court in this nation affect each and every American life by their decision on legal matters. Astronauts Sally Ride and the Challenger disaster lost [my Jewish “sister”] Judith Resnik broke the ultimate “glass ceiling” for us woman by breaking through the Earth’s atmosphere. There are far too many entrepreneurs, artisans, craftsperson, etc. that are female and yes in possession of vaginas to mention here but each has overcome and succeeded not only in spite of their gender but often on account of it. Even fictional females like “the Bride” played by Uma Thurman in Quentin Tarantino’s Kill Bill Movies teach us that REAL power can be uniquely feminine and never to be denied nor dismissed as lesser than our male counterparts.

I only fucked Gypsy Rose Lee once.

                                                                                                                             — Otto Preminger

 

I started this post with the idea that science might just have proved having a vagina makes one superior – here it is, as Naomi Wolf suggests in her latest book Vagina: A New Biography:  [I paraphrase] that we women have more complicated neural networks via our pelvic areas and those communicate constantly with the brain through the automatic nervous system … happily if proper and apparently [according to Wolf’s experts] multiple orgasms (lucky me) are achieved, we females get the benefit of chemicals flooding our brains to give us energy, calm, ability to focus and more. The more engaged the automatic nervous system, the larger the deluge of those positive and productive chemicals and so Wolf proposes females can perform with more excellence in our life. Hmmm … while based on scientific research, I believe one still must be cautioned as having such matters be a complete reasoning to women’s status on account of we women then being hemmed into only being worthy of respect because we have a functioning vagina. REAL truth is there are women superior to men and trust me – as you my dear regularly readers/followers know that I know women very inferior to men, as well as other females. So in conclusion the totality of the vagina circumstances is well stated in the popular play Vagina Monologues – more or less the bottom line is that vaginas are here to stay and must be taken REALLY good care of, loved and never ignored!

I’m really a little prudish, which people may think incongruous. I’m not as

broadminded as I sound, with my boisterous way of talking. I’m not easily

shook, but I do take a prudish point of view on certain films, books and

trends. Then, I pull myself up short and ask myself how Gypsy Rose Lee

could possibly be this way.

                                                                                                                                      — Gypsy Rose Lee

P.S. I know you are wondering why all the Gypsy Rose Lee quotes and references above from Karen Abbott’s book, American Rose … well, first is because I REALLY do admire this tough, erudite, self-made lady – she, like I and many women have thwarted slanderous enemies and defined ourselves with REAL truth about who we are. Second, like so many happenstances in my life, I have a surreal, unique and unexpected connection to this iconic American entertainer. In 2004 a writer wanted to tell my life story and have Erik Preminger – son of Gypsy and Otto Preminger  – produce the movie version. Hubby and I decided that was not the right time and so we respectfully declined the offer and here we are now with my memoir, Heiress Mommy … A Modern Super Woman Life! finally soon being published  and with negotiations having  begun for the movie version. See my life REALLY is amazing – hubby dear and I REALLY the winners … stay tune my darling readers – the best is REALLY yet to come!!!

You can become a winner only if you are willing to walk over the edge.”

     — Damon Runyon, as quoted by author Karen Abbott in American Rose

 

Note: You must be thinking – what no mention of my nemesis? All right – here it is. I believe the females of The Miscreants™ and THE REAL Evil Doers Club™ and (my husband assures me that at least one) THE REAL Devil’s Daughter™ [his ex-wife] all have vaginas but in them one can see how scary and unattractive that particular genital can REALLY be and what useless offspring can be produced henceforth … so in conclusion, it becomes obvious that not all vaginas are REALLY equal!!!

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December 1, 2012

The Democratization of Interior Design

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)

DecoratingItemsIt is comforting that the least among us can aspire to pleasant surroundings. A truly American blessing that those of very humble beginnings can, as adults, “decorate’ their still humble homes as if  they REALLY had good taste – well, maybe not “good taste” but still a pretense of something approximating  good taste. Yes, no matter the status or lack thereof, all can and should seek to make their [however limited the square footage] abode attractive – indeed, even if it is a faux style or mere pretense at hand. One must remember that there is REAL refined design even in those homes with limited funds – creativity has no $$$ denotation but those of us able to acquire finer things of REALLY intrinsic value find it vulgar that pretenders aspire to that which rich and poor alike with REALLY sophisticated taste see as offensive and trite. In her book, Roots of Style, the amazing fashion designer Isabel Toledo who is well known for and learned in “architectonic design”, suggest that style might be an inherent factor, among other sources she expounds on as to why some of us are or not stylish. Toldeo and I agree that one can morph into a person of exceptional style but both of us are convinced, as are many other experts of her caliber, that it must be based on REALNESS. Among the many gifts I received from my husband for Holidays 2010 was Barbra Streisand’s book, My Passion for Design [which I also gifted to my dear friend/very talented goddess decorator DB] – in this, her first book, Streisand shares her REAL passion for design and beauty and shows how only REAL style can create value. Converse to these two REALLY stylish women, it becomes evident to me that the vacuous types remain just that – empty inside – no matter what bogus make pretend “style-light” things they surround themselves with at home. A question comes to mind … having including Feng Shui expert advise in all my homes, I must wonder about evil people’s home interiors in that no matter how correctly placed each item, can peace dwell within considering how distasteful the occupants REALLY are? Oh well, I shall leave that to others – just know I never want to step foot into evil doer types places of residences nor have my children there – far to frightening a prospect to even contemplate. Surely you – my darling readers/followers – know intuitively that at least some of what I reference here has to do with The Miscreants ™, for who else fits so easily into the category of “poseur”? Still, there is a certain confusion as to why these obvious pretenders would in their delusional state exert effort in their middle of middle home décor only to jeopardize it all by exposing themselves to the slander, defamation, libel, harassment, trademark infringement lawsuits we are now organizing/filing against them – equally bewildering is why they would have chanced possible civil criminal charges now being investigated by law enforcement authorities. Most probably the simple answer is as with all among the loathsome multitudes … driven by inadequacies, jealously and near imbecile mentalities is reason for their present plight as we defend ourselves in Court and public arenas against their predatory actions these past few years; one sign/example of their limited mental capacity and lack of intellect is that one of their ringleaders – the short insecure 50+ Michigan male has Facebook profile photo with paper bag over his head and he insists on referring to himself as “Big Al” despite being REALLY short. You ask my darlings, what the hell does this have to do with democracy or interior design of ones home? I shall explain and expand – on how it relates to the disgusting creatures I write about so often, as well as sharing some REAL issues on interior style and décor. Please remember that when I reference “middle class” – it is not pejorative in a general sense nor denoting of income level but singularly as a description of the narrowness and what I and others see as unhealthy, common and insulting level of lifestyle, mentality and even dangerous attitudes by some of  those in our world so delusional and hell bent on defiling REALLY worthy individuals … I have been blessed with REAL friends from every walk of life – from all over the world but NEVER have I experienced such loathsome bottom dwelling creatures as those my husband and I have been forced to deal with recently. You must believe me – no insult to any REALLY good people is intended by my words. Now – go fluff up a tufted or sweetly embroidered pillow, put you feet on a leather nail studded ottoman, pour yourself a cup of tea into a fine china cup and enjoy my take on REAL value and that which is not in interior design.

Weekend after Thanksgiving this year my REAL “internet ninja” shared a Facebook timeline photo with  me – she was near hysterical with laughter as we chatted about what was found on a loser Michigan female page. To say the least this home was not, in any REAL sense, an example of a impressive “soigné interior. The picture according to my husband  – on account of knowing and explaining that this woman who he knows since early 20’s is “fake phony manic type” – may or may not be this couple’s REAL home [I personally do not doubt it is their small (approximately) 1800 square foot middle class home as I never present falsehoods on my social media pages and so do not see others as doing that either – I  never question others veracity – well that is at least not until these bottom dwellers appeared to falsify so often and so many things;  my dear hubby says that is only one thing he adores about me – my innocence at not understanding that some folks, like those he had known in Michigan, his ex-wife and her children lie all the time]. When we told my husband that loser woman pretentiously described it as her “dining room and sitting area” – my clever hubby explained that back in that area of Michigan that means everything that is not a bedroom, bathroom or kitchen. The photo shared with me was of a home with furnishings right off the floor of a mid-priced furniture store … you know the type – where the wall hangings/pictures match color of sofa or bric brac the design of pressed wood chairs, etc.. My own REAL decorators/interior design team guffaw at such attempts to be stylish in a home – at the same time embracing others that strive honestly to include items REALLY well crafted and carefully chosen no matter their income level. Oh my, never in my life did I think moi would be exposed to such pretense from the classless … I was in near shock when seeing photos and later visiting the home of THE REAL Devil’s Daughter ™ [my hubby’s ex-wife] messy and almost white trailer trash [deer head on wall, velvet looking Elvis paintings and fake everything included] looking home. Neither must I forget how REALLY disturbing was seeing photos of the chubby legally disowned/disinherited Michigan nurse sister-in-law overflowing juvenile Disney statuary curio cabinet. Once again, I am reminded of the irony of how my cultured, art appreciating, REAL quality loving husband, Chester Michael Eliasz-Solomon, was a product of the same middle of middle lifestyle in Michigan as these disgusting members of THE REAL Evil Doers Club ™. I have taken to calling this quandary the “red carpet OMG moment” – you know – it is when you see a very attractive or/and erudite and stylish star on red carpet and then see their family/childhood friends nearby … one usually says something like, “OMG – that is her/his family/friends?”

So my dear readers – here again, we find those bottom dweller miscreant types have led me to a more important issue. That being how throughout history and through modernity, design and décor of ones home has been a democratizing issue. As Isabel Toldeo so aptly expresses in her book, “Style is content. A person with true style is displaying a fertile and thinking mind.”  – obviously by now you all realize that my nemesis could not possibly have REAL style as they have no REAL content of character nor a fertile thinking mind of any sort. Yes, it is true that the “ugly American” syndrome that showcases so well that similar to the loser Michigan, Chicago and Pennsylvania evil doers taste is what REAL designers chafe at … their middle of the middle priced furniture store look belies that theirs is only a pretense at good taste; whereas, the more REAL lovingly selected and well placed, no matter how little or much in cost, is that which REALLY thoughtful people combine in their dwellings. Quality, quality, quality is the tone that all must and can easily be aspired to – that is, of course, by those only who have REALLY refined taste. I want to share a bit of my and my husband’s personal [soon to be multi residential] quality driven décor quest and that which the tomes of design describe as REALLY worthwhile. As a young bride in the 1980’s I decided that I absolutely must have red lacquered Chippendale reproduction dining room chairs – that was accomplished with great effort and much expense but after my late husband passed away in 2000 and I remarried my darling Chester Michael Eliasz-Solomon in 2003, I decided new shared furnishings were the thing most important. The meaning of this lesson is that it is REALLY the experience and not only the thing that gives joy. Each day I pass the Tzedakah box that my dear husband had designed and created for my Chanukah last year – not being Jewish himself, Chester Michael sought out artisan importer Reuven Masel  [in Miami] to produce this precious item in the form of the historical Philadelphia Synagogue, Rodef Shalom. I adore this beautiful addition to our home because it is something added on account of the great love and respect my husband has for me and my faith. It is the same with the Marc Chagall Rabbi print that I inherited from my beloved Father – my husband had it reframed and perfectly hung above the mantel, where the gold Menorah he bought our first shared December holiday season was placed, in the first home we shared together after marrying in 2003. As bon vivant, the clever Vogue writer and international editor at large, Hamish Bowles, states about his recent decision to auction at the iconic Bonhams his “objets”, the term possession itself represents both that material and erotic. Bowles is astute in this observation – for does not the small child’s marble collection or my many Limoges items, among other collectibles in my homes or his own 30’s Syrie Maugham and Dorothy Draper pieces all equal a REAL visceral reaction to those in receipt of such affectionately held acquisitions? The answer is a definitely YES and so we must stand vigilant in allowing the enjoyment of  things in our life while never overvaluing them above what REALLY matters – REAL love, REAL family, REAL friends and G-d.

In other blog posts I have written about how important home and other building designs are … both interior and exterior building décor affects each of us in many important ways. In my post Le Petit Trianon and Why Architecture DOES Matter! [28 July 2012] the emphasis I wanted was on how both private and public spaces are to be taken quite seriously – the importance of how REAL style can change a life is given great detail. The senses of time and place often defined by structure and interior furnishings have proven to change outcomes in learning, health and overall happiness for us humans. Décor can promote a social cause or make a political statement – Stalinist Arcitecture in the Soviet Union was an attempt to control a population through his own imagined ideals of design. There is empirical evidence that low income housing when well designed can minimize crime levels and including well designed public green areas in disenfranchised neighborhoods create huge social and personal benefits. What is included in ones home or office is equal in importance as to that which is absent; surely my post Why The Library Is The Most Important Room In Any HomeNo Matter Size or Location!!! [7 July 2012] stresses how very important I feel books are in a home – never trust anyone where books are not part of their chosen home design. Any faux setting should be suspect – a staged presentation without REAL artifacts always a denotation of unscrupulous personalities [in my not so humble “opinion”]. Genuineness is an absolute requirement – one can not cloak a lesser self or a reality defiled by misdeeds in fashion or furnishings … this is as true a fact as a movie set not REALLY being a home – for pretense is only subterfuge in the end, no matter how entertaining.

My husband and I have both Sotheby’s and Christie’s, as well as MoMA online accounts – together grouping and marking choices from auctions we plan to attend, as well as purchases we are hoping to complete soon. Just this week I contacted a Christie’s Chinese art sales associate in New York for a gentleman who was a guest at home where we celebrated Thanksgiving  – what fun I had chatting with this knowledgeable individual despite having to admit that none of hubby and my new homes would include much in way of Asian artifacts. Working with decorators and interior designers does not mean we will not be heavily involved in both the outside and inside of our home’s designs – comforting for me is that my husband shares my taste and we two REALLY trust each other in such choices. There is a thrill in deciding on a well placed Stickley or Edward J. Wormley chair, a chic updated 18th century designed piece by French furniture maker Micheline Taillardat to set off other more contemporary pieces in one of our rooms or custom designed carpets from the marvelous The RUG Company, chandeliers, creative lighting choices, something from the New York century old mirror atelier, Mirror Fair and such – a REALLY shared couple experience in our life these days and, G-d willing, for many years to come. I am so happy that my darling husband looks forward, as much as I do, to our New York Times Style Magazine – a periodic home style extra magazine that comes with our NYT Sunday paper a few times each year. Hubby and I both are appreciating having decided on Poliform to do our individual closets/dressing rooms in soon to be NYC and other homes. Never will I forget the excitement my husband and I felt when decorating our first time home (twins) nursery a few years ago – we are both sports enthusiast and so that theme was easily chosen. Costs are not the defining attribute of REAL style – instead a REAL sense of self and respect for craftsmanship should rule the nest. Setting out to so-called flea market sales can prove successful in filling ones home – all that is needed is a REAL sense of honest style and intuition. Equally enjoyable to organized acquisitions is gathering items through REAL travel [not that mid-west budget tourist travel stuff]… no status requirement necessary for one to bring home a well chosen accessory from a trip or day excursion. So you see that I am not being a “snob” or elitist in my statements about home décor here but only a bit righteous toward the falsehoods and nearly pathological pretense of certain unsavory types. I am a committed egalitarian but will never accept the reverse snobbery of those lesser. Oh I assure you that these bottom dwellers I write about are so psychologically unstable as to see this blog post as signs of jealousy – professionals will tell you that it is specifically that delusional idea that denotes a personality disorder … you know the type – no matter how insignificant or obviously unsuccessful/unattractive they REALLY are, they think everyone envies them. Sad to think how potentially destructive these people are to themselves and others – as in previous posts, I tell you that 100% of this situation was caused and perpetrated by The Miscreants ™ [hubby, I, legal team, etc. keep detailed timelines and REAL records of everything]. Now on a funnier note – the crazed looking Michigan (mother/mother-in-law of one couple we are suing and possible her as well) old lady in this scenario seemed to confuse or lie about reading Architectural Digest, Town & Country, Hampton Magazine with People and US type periodicals: when I mentioned in a post that an adviser shared with my assistant and I that my new homes would probably be featured in former three after my book was published and that he was excited at how jealous bottom dwellers would be, we gals immediately assured him those types never read such classy publications  – in response to my words, this ridiculous senior wrote on Facebook that she just donated hers to a public library or some similar venue… trust me – this creature meant the latter, lol. All this brings us back to what being REAL means – no cheap paint or fake pressed wood furnishings nor even copying a favorite Good Housekeeping type magazine photo will provide a classless person REAL style – where no intrinsic qualities exist there can be nothing of REAL value. Posed pretense is just that – a sad and pathetic attempt to be other than is REAL.

In my memoir, Heiress Mommy … A Modern Super Woman Life! a very few chapters will reference the troublesome individuals you read about in my blog posts or discuss with me if we know each other personally but rest assured everything that is written about myself and them will be REAL – just like my REALLY well decorated homes!!!

P.S. I promise – as long as publisher’s attorney agree – ALL REAL names and some photos will be included in my REAL story … mine and The Miscreants ™ and certainly THE REAL Devil’s Daughter ™ +++ all their cohorts!!!

Note: We are still considering adding a country NY home to raise our growing family in and to be a get away from our NYC place, as well as affording me space where I can finally have my much desired Orangery and hubby can work with a landscape designer on his much desired intricate garden ideas. The one we like most is near to both Martha Stewart and the Ralph Lauren family … my hubby seems to think RL will drop by to toss some pillows strategically for us and that, being Polish like my husband, Martha will help us bake babka – surely neither is likely but one never knows – as my REAL life never fails to present the most fabulous situations and REALLY great opportunities!!!

UPDATE: The above referenced nemesis did many more crimes and egregious acts against myself, husband and family since this essay was first published 2012 … after my first & second books, a third will be published after the lawsuits and hoped for prosecutions are complete in our determination to help others who have suffered the same as us but do not have the resources we had to fight back. Additionally beginning Spring 2015 the Eliasz-Solomon family will be bi-coastal … Our life always exciting but now WOW. Oh yes, my hubby still obsessed with him ex-wife [divorced 20 years March 2015] who fled to California from East Coast [more on that in my book] need not worry for we are living in the better neighborhood – best California Real Estate where her kind can neither afford or are welcomed … sorry dear readers to sound snobbish but trust me it is not at all that but only REAL facts and yes I admit a wee bit of pride!!!

October 11, 2012

Bakers And Me !!!

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)

The family story goes something like this: My opera loving Zeide Benjamin Solomon courted my beautiful smart Bubbe Rebecca Wolf with, among other things, baking – yes he was working as a baker and supposedly made a heart shape large cookie to win over his lady love. It worked because they were married – had many children and us, their grandchildren – the most adorable couple ever, who lived as husband and wife for 70 +years. How honored and proud they would be that my gentile husband legally took our family Sir name of Solomon and had our children do the same [middle name of one of our twins Benjamin]. Now you ask,  do I bake – well a bit yes and my feminist hubby a REAL wiz in that department. This piece however is not about pastries or cakes and such but instead about a couple, whose last name is Baker – two REALLY great parents, grandparents, friends and more!

In a few previous posts my dear goddess gal pal Anna B. was referenced and then her granddaughters – my mini goddess darlings, Danaya and Javonna. More REAL family then friends at this point – the entire Baker family rallying and protecting myself, my husband,  babies and even sweet Lab, Princess Java Argus from those pest miscreants and all others, no matter the time or energy required. Each and every day – from our homes or even when either of us REALLY travel – my darling Anna and I speak around 5 a.m. – not joking – my sweet lady went so far as to be sure when she was last in Italy on holiday that her schedule allowed for that daily occurrence. Now the fact that my ringtone on her iphone is T-Pain/Wiz/Lily Allen 5’oclock in the morning [video]  – not sure how cute I think this is – no it is very adorable and a REAL sign of our mutual affection. By the way – if you are thinking 5 is a bit early – my family wakes daily at 4:30 a.m. – no miscreant Farmville, SongPop game playing slackers at our homes. Anyway – back to Bakers and moi – these two wonderful people never let me down – as the Kronberger family I write about so often has done for 35 years, the Bakers for over 5 years have as well … they all are REAL friends – extended REAL family that are there for us no matter the difficulty or nature of the problems involved. Ours is a tell everything – 100% truth at all times friendship  and so the good, the bad and the ugly never an issue of shame. Unlike those of self proclaimed evil doer group mentality and now we are told self denoted insanity club [yes – someone shared that these idiots actually write that about themselves on Facebook – I know – OMG!], our friendship is REAL and pure – not based on subterfuge nor determination to defeat others. Now do not get me wrong – these friends are at the ready to thwart all enemies of mine – no matter the consequences – both Anna and Jim are the people you know REALLY have your back and as such we share ALL with them about those we need protection from and all those who lie and cheat and steal from us and others … in other words, this is a REAL bonding and not just a made up recently formed on account of  we have a common jealousy angst grouping [I know more obvious references to losers]. You see I must contrast with the faux friendships miscreants profess – for by doing that, you my dear readers can see the specificity of what bogus lives produce compared to my and my husband’s genuine ones. My Anna B. and her husband, my James B. are both of unchallenged character – REALLY special, very learned and sophisticated – REALLY well traveled and quite bookish as well. A pure joy in our life to be in their company – both my husband and I gladdened by their daily presence. Lucky, lucky, lucky babies are mine that these two people are REAL Auntie and Uncle to them.

“Sister”, confidant, guidance counselor, teacher, playmate, et al. is how I describe my sweet Anna B. – we are 100% type of friends – no break in continuity despite any differences or disagreements. As my blog posts Real friends I Have Known And Loved!!! [18 July 2012] and Goddess Crew™  !!! [26 August 2012] detailed. She, like a lot of my REAL friends know it all and love all of me – as I do them. With Anna it is the every day aspect that makes our relationship so special … each morning and every evening at least a few minutes of chat time and often in between as well. We listen, we argue, we comfort and complain but we never end a talk without an I love you adieu. Poor Anna has gone nearly mad discussing the horrid evil miscreants with me; In fact, it was she who came to fetch me from Court when the daughter of devil husband’s ex-wife saw my beautiful, well coiffed and couture pregnant self – only to later that day post lie filled slander Facebook item claiming otherwise … first issue of soon to be filed lawsuit and here is the best part – the idiot ex-wife used a UK website item and so we are suing her there as well – important because British law much more favorable [more of her $$$ for me] against slander and defamation. Oh yes, almost forgot – I spend a lot of time in Great Britain and one of my REAL Jewish gal pal lawyers is a Barrister there – needless to say, she and I are REALLY going to enjoy that day in Court. Now back to darling bestie Anna B. – after coming to fetch me at that bogus child support hearing where ex-wife wanted money for a dead child and one who lied about being full time college student, we all, hubby included, had lunch [by the way, NOT at a burger joint]. Anna asked why ex-wife was not there – I said she was and when I described what she looked like my kind never gossipy Anna innocently said she thought that person was Courthouse cleaning woman. Oh no, I insisted – I know the cleaning lady, liked that fine hardworking woman and felt badly that anyone would compare my husband’s ex to her. It is sad because for REAL women like Anna B. and myself [who by the way has REALLY worthwhile children & grandchildren + wears REALLY great shoes] there has NEVER been a need to demean nor insult other women … we two most resent that the miscreants have forced a scenario where our verbiage is so harsh – not to fret wise Anna assures me, G-d will punish them and we shall live happily for many, many years – plus a little lawsuit money hubby/I reap and possible jail time for various acts now being investigated surely will help G-d teach the miscreants well deserved lessons. The REAL fact is despite the efforts to thwart evil types – Anna B. and I REALLY know how to live … fine dining, museums, plays and such a constant shared must do on our list.

Each year on Anna’s birthday we do a women thing – yes some event honoring, relating to and/or about women … one year is was The Cleopatra Exhibit, another Diana Princess Of Wales Exhibit and so on  – each a full day begun with a gourmet breakfast and followed by a grand elegant lunch or dinner at an 5 star restaurant – of course these annual events always includes my gifts from that year’s chosen venue and so my Anna has Cleopatra items, Diana collectibles and more. Because reading and books a great part of both our lives – every birthday includes those as well. Rituals are important – a main stay of REAL relationships – no pretend we are buddies cheap restaurant get together for goddess Anna B. and me – never that – only fine dining and the best cuisine will do for our REAL shared celebrations. Equally wonderful are the shared my and her home soirees – my dear friend is an excellent hostess and her tables REAL masterpieces … glassware, china, linens par excellence for the Baker’s is rule not exception. Then there are the ad hoc coffees and such – a early morning garden fete, a quick bookstore venture that includes a warm beverage and snack after we purview the shelves. I can not forget to mention the holidays get together celebrations … my Jewish and their Christian – especially the Xmas I played Mrs. Claus arriving at 6 a.m. laden with gifts at the Bakers home to surprise then 4 year old Princess Danaya. I love that my Anna has REALLY great taste … in clothes, jewelry, food, furniture and of course, friends [why there is me is obvious – surely all agree – yes?]. We share the appreciation of the REALLY finer things in life – pouring over Architectural Digest, W, Town & Country with page markers in hand – at the ready to make sure to buy/to do lists complete. No it is certainly not that these expensive and object loving issues are the total sum by far of this friendship – so much more to our bond but still it is a great and REAL pleasure to have such a REALLY classy and connoisseur of finer things in life gal pal. Erudite Anna B. is a Pride & Prejudice devotee – so much so that she REALLY wore out more than one DVD of that book’s film version and of course, needless to say the current PBS Downton Abbey is her must see [yes has that series DVD as well] – my classy lady friend loves all the classics and we who love her tease that her REAL place is among the aristocratic times of Edith Wharton and such. Interesting is the fact that Anna B. also loves a bit of more eccentric innovative art and definitely creative non classical jewelry items … myself and our other Goddess Crew™ members are always saying this or that is sooo Anna. My sweet friend adores shopping – I not so much and so hubby and I often joke that Anna B. will have to be our new personal shopper [actually not really joking as she has very good taste and we trust her with all things]. A very cute story is about as we often do – Anna and I were at a Barnes & Noble bookstore and after buying books/magazines we sat down for a coffee – I thought I was going into labor, called my OB, hubby and then throw my car keys to her – as we left with myself holding Anna’s arm, my darling gal pal stopped en route to door to check out the the gift table – see shopping pro [by the way, that was a false alarm – no babies that night].

On more serious matters – Anna B. and I have gone through and supported one another during illnesses, my fertility treatments/pregnancy, legal matters, family highs and lows, my law school studies, etc.  – most of my doctors and attorneys – rest of “team” knows my Anna. When I say support – it means being present – REALLY there for ALL tasks required … driving to and fro, feeding, dressing, coiffing and more. This woman has been my companion at OB exams, attorneys meetings, Court visits, school tasks and other events – willing and able to do it all for me, as I am for her. Her latest title of Nonna to my babies seems odd as we are truly like sisters but she volunteered [ok I insisted] for that important role as my husband and I sadly have both our mothers no longer living. My children will thank me for choosing a REALLY special lady like Anna B., to love and guide them along with those others my husband and I have “adopted” – making a REAL family for our precious children. Let me be clear – as with all those I REALLY respect in my life and am REALLY close to – Anna does not believe in being my YES person – no ass kissing here but just REAL 100% honest commitment  to each other. Can not ever imagine my life without Anna B., – there are certainly disagreements but NEVER a break in our friendship – like so many REALLY good people in my life – she knows EVERYTHING and loves me completely. See why I keep writing that I am REALLY the luckiest woman in the world.

Now we MUST chat about the other half of this amazing and REALLY special couple – James V. – my and my husband’s friend and definitely confidant and so much more. This smart educated and well read man gives and gives and gives of himself – to family, friends like us and The Boy Scouts Of America. Yes, my Jim B., is a prominent presence in the Boy Scout organization – years of devoted service to help guide boys – some who I have been privileged to meet that are now grown men who still rely on Jim for console and more. Jim and I and my husband, C. Michael Eliasz-Solomon spend a great deal of time together … because of soon to be filed lawsuits against the miscreants my husband was thrilled that our friend Jim B., would drive me to meetings, appointments, errands and more – as I stated in another blog post, this strong fellow is shall we say, quite capable of protecting me. You see my husband fears for my safety on account of criminal vandalism to our old home, internet threats and bogus social media references to us -by the often referred to miscreants –  my husband and others feel now that miscreants are finally being legally brought to task they might be foolish enough to retaliate [as they did before]. So it is that my buddy Jim B., and I spend a great deal of time together – in the car and elsewhere … in fact most of my doctors, lawyers, hairdressers and others have come to know him as they do his beautiful wife Anna B.. I love being in the car with Jim – we discuss weighty issues, we confide, laugh  – Jim brings me a candy or two so I can be uncharacteristically naughty by not being my usual organic fruit and veggie consuming self. Jim accompanied my husband and I to Court the day we went before the judge in January 2012 to LEGALLY have our name changed/hubby and babies take my last Sir name of Solomon. It will be American Polish Jim B., who travels to Poland next year with my genealogy husband in order for Chester Michael Eliasz-Solomon to finish his book research [yes – most probably by private plane. FYI: for self proclaimed “bus” driving miscreants who are reading this]. By the way, maybe that special Harley will be a some time soon gift to show our appreciation [sharing my REAL book and movie royalties] to motorcycle loving Jim B. because not everything in our friendship is serious – lots of fun included too. I can not find the words – and we all know I can always find words – to fully explain the comfort having Jim B. in my life has brought to me. I feel safe with this dear friend and know he will always do his best to help me in anyway possible. Men like this are rare and I have been blessed with more than one –  an embarrassment of riches for me by having Jim B. as well as other fine gentleman to support and care for me. Like the amazing REAL family/our friends the Kronbergers, the Bakers come when called – no matter what the situation nor the time to our aid. These and other REAL friends are definitely 24/7 types – no bogus newly established one issue get together for us – only REAL and true life long companions with these folks. We are so looking forward – as with others I write about – to great adventures and sharing our blessings … hubby and I NEVER leave REALLY worthwhile people behind – NEVER. Besides we are thrilled to have the company of these simply decent, good, REALLY faith based people – at nightly dinner grace my husband and I thank G-d for so much and that includes by name our REAL friends and REAL family – along with each other and our REAL children and our Lab, Princess Java Argus – our REAL life blessings!

P.S. Must tell you my darling readers/followers that Anna and I first bonded when she drove/accompanied me to my brilliant plastic surgeon and dear friend Richard Glunk’s office for my facial Thermage treatment four years ago – never taking drugs, the small post op medication for pain rendered me incapable of grown up conversation … darling Anna brought me home, placed me in bed & telephoned hubby. Next day flowers arrived at Anna’s – with a big Thank You note from me and so began this never ending REAL friendship. Next “fix up” will be we two together [stay tune – more in my 2013 memoir Heiress Mommy .. A Modern Super Woman Life!].

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