Last year, Sharon Stone threw out the first pitch on Opening Day.
She looked absolutely stunning. Her hair was short and scruffy, she wore a sleeveless white dress, a cross around her neck, white pumps, and a big black baseball mitt.
I fell in love with her haircut, and decided I needed to get all my hair chopped off.
But by the time I made the decision to do so, I could not find any of the photos online anymore. For a couple of weeks they were everywhere, and then the moment passed, and I even looked on her fan websites, looking for the image – to no avail.
I mentioned to my friend Ruben at the time- “Can you track it down?”
He’s an IMMEDIATE kind of guy. A year and a half ago, I mentioned to him (in an IM conversation) that I had a date that night, and I needed to go shopping for “girlie shoes.” Within literally 3 minutes, he bombarded me with link after link after link, of cool-looking shoes. He does things right away.
So within an hour, he IMd me back and said, “Looks like Yahoo took it off its server … You might want to keep track of the fan sites in the next couple of weeks – It’ll probably show up there.”
Life went on. I forgot about Sharon Stone’s gorgeous haircut. The summer began. The summer passed. The autumn began. The autumn passed. The winter began. And kept going.
Two days ago, I get an email from Ruben, with the very photo I had been looking for attached.
He and I literally had not discussed that photo since opening day last year.
But he saw it – and remembered.
I want to get my hair cut this week – but I’m starting rehearsals for a new show in a couple days. I’m going to see a play with the director this week (otherwise known as my high school boyfriend) – so I’ll check with him if it’s okay if I have shorter hair for the part.
I’m ready for a transformation. A shedding.
I love her.
She did a seminar at my school and it was one of the most amazing seminars we had.
One anecdote from the seminar, for those of you who are interested:
This one actress asked her a question – or tried to – she got too emotional to finish it. Basically what she was trying to say was: “I come from the south … and my family are Baptists … and they don’t approve of what I am doing … and how did you reconcile that with your parents? How did you go ahead and have this career as a sex symbol and still maintain the love of your parents?”
That was the gist of it, but the girl started crying almost immediately and couldn’t really speak.
Sharon Stone listened to what this girl said, like a HAWK – and finally stopped her, and said, “Okay. I understand your question.”
The girl then apologized for crying.
Sharon Stone gave her this look. This very kind look, that also said, “Are you crazy??” Then she said, “So what? You’re crying. Everyone here is seeing you cry. So what? Does that mean they’re actually going to know something about you now?”
I was so impressed with her way with this girl.
She was so loving, but so firm. “You have to put all of your anxiety, all of that feeling you have right now, into your work. Your work is all you have. And let me tell you – my father was not happy about all the nudity in Basic Instinct, okay? He called me up after seeing it and said, ‘Sharon. Was all that really necessary?’ And I thought a bit and said, ‘Dad, y’know what? Yes. I think it was.'”
And her father thought about it for a bit and then said, “Okay. That’s enough for me.”
He let his daughter go.
Anyway. She was incredible – if she didn’t become a movie star, she could have been an inspirational acting teacher.
Indeed, that IS a damned nice image of Sharon Stone. I’m not referring to the gratuitous cleavage when I say that, either.
…no, really.
I do like the way she carries herself like she can zing you with a split-fingered fastball if she wanted to (In heels as well!) She could probably change the oil on her car, and other things that some might consider cliche “Man stuff”
Images of women with spunk hold a special place in my heart.
Stop laughing, I’m trying to be serious here.
:: snickers ::
Ah, screwit.
-Wut
Changing your appearance from time to time is good. I have the habit of going clean-shaven about every five years (I just wiped the facial foliage again a couple weeks ago – I tell people I need periodic verification that I still have a chin and an upper lip).
I say, go for it. Long hair is nice, but I do love the look of women with “sassy” short hair.