Do you boast?
I’m reading this thing about Notorious Australian Women of times past and I’ve noticed that half the potted biographies are taken up with ‘she of course mingled with the famous beauty Lady Pilkington…who in turn was the mistress of artist Dudley Picasso and friend of outspoken lesbian cartoonist Vivienne Hummingbird..’. This being obviously a big tick for anyone with pretensions to glory-by-association.
I once had a boyfriend who sat next to an ex-Prime Minister of Australia at a cricket match (and chatted!). Another one came within ten feet of Julia Gillard as she trotted around Parliament House, spent a family Christmas with David Attenborough, and exchanged brief fishy glances with Prince Charles at an officer training academy. And my dad’s best friend wrote a book which was turned into a cult movie. So there.
I used to like the idea that one day, someone would boast that they had once come within ten feet of ME. “I met Rose – yes THE Rose – once when she was a mere filing clerk” that person would say, and their friend would go “Really? You’re kidding. THE Rose?”
Well, it’s not going to happen. But isn’t it funny how we care?