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Thursday, 4 March 2010

Tila in Wonderland


Do you remember when your Pa used to get out that belt and say, Son, this is going to hurt me more then in will hurt you!?

I feel that way about the next instalment/to be continued/The Saga from Tila Tequila .I wanted to leave it alone, I wanted to strip it all away and have a nice bath and quite possibly turn the lights very low after my first encounter. But I am hooked, I am speared, I am quite possibly going to get a cease and desist letter.

Just when I truly thought she might have shunned her Twitter account, she has arrived on Facebook. Just when we all thought her PR to the stars (or rather Janice Dickinson's mouth piece) had shut Tila down with what I am sure was threats of dropping her unless she complied, we are treated to the more subtle insanity of her status updates. I wonder what happens in the engine bit of her PR agency to direct her to this more abusive intrusion. It seems that when you let people loose with more then 40 characters, the party really gets started.

In the world of Tila, things can change in an instant, so I challenge you to keep up. In Tila's final Tweets she informs us that she needs to keep up with her “empires” so she wont be around till May. I count March on my calender as it goes. But lets put that aside. Tila is  afraid the the media is going to bash her, but sadly for Tila, no media want to bash her. Tila is also going to leave The Hollywood to bring up her son with a shower of 10,000 condoms because he is a baller. And the best the thing we should all look forward to is her garage sale where she will donate all the proceeds to "Jaydens Angels", her charity for children named after a baby she claims to have lost. But then, in the fashion that we are all used to Tila recants. No, she will keep the money she makes.


Just what is going on down that rabbit hole? It seems that Tila has been cut off from her life line. Her need to be “seen” like some sort of mini-Avatar creature is growing. She can't plug on for a hit. She can't dive in for the instant attention. Good or bad, it's all attention, right? But there is something darker to the Facebook she wanted. Frankly, if Tila thought Twitter was losing it's gleam, think again. It's all got just a little bit more dark round these internets. 

The villagers are coming and they have pitchforks.

A bad wind is brewing, and although one may perceive it as a storm in a teacup, it may be more then that. There are several websites claiming that Tila has promoted or at least hosted a hot bed for sex offenders. Chatroulette is doing far more abusive things, but it has no mentally ill face to it. Simon Monjack has been accused if taking donations in his dead wife's name without a clear charity status endorsement, yet the media and other blogs just call him a rather large douche bag. It leaves more questions then answers. I come back to the same round-about I got on over 2 weeks ago.

What is it that we love to hate about Tila? I wonder if is the Narcissist in us all, the mirror showing itself. Do we all have a touch of borderline personality disorder? I wonder if the transference extends to the drug addict who stole or stash or is it the fact that Tila is simply an asshole of the grandest kind.

Tila represents something in the collective that we cannot bear. She stirs something in us that makes us want to hurl a rather large object at her and in case we cant find one, a rather large set of furious rants. If we look at fairy tales, is she the witch in Rupunzle, the mother who gave her up, or Rupunzle herself? Or is she the father in the piece that let it all happen and did nothing?

I wonder and wonder and wait and wait. What will be this end game. I fear something in most traditional fairy tales.

I fear that Tila may mistake a gingerbread house for a fiery oven.