Look at her. (I hesitate to say her name. It brings out every Google-freak in the world). But dammit, look at that cutie-pie daughter. It is like the ghost of her father stares out of that face. Spittin’ image. She’s adorable. This close-up photo (you have to scroll way way down to see it) of the two of them is even freakier – in terms of her resemblance to her father. I can’t see any of Courtney in that child … To me, she is a TWIN of her dead rock-star father.
Why should you care, you might ask? Why should I?
How the hell should I know. Figure it out.
I loved her dad. I worry about the daughter. Not to the degree that I writhe about at night, crumpling up my sheets, praying in agony for that little girl … but still. Whatever. I got this jolt of: “Holy crap, there’s Kurt” when I saw her face this morning.
The Bean is turning out to be one hell of a gorgeous gal.
I stumbled across a pic of her a while ago and had the same thought. She must get tired of hearing it, though.
I love “the daughter”‘s earrings. She looks very cute.
The kid is very cute – I agree she doesn’t look much like Courtney.
I’m not a huge fan of either Nirvana or Hole. I like them both in a lukewarm way – I don’t have a side in the Kurt-Courtney debate. Courtney is an ongoing train wreck, but then so was Kurt. As badly as Courtney is screwed up, I do believe she loves the kid. Maybe that will be enough for her to emerge relatively undamaged…