James Frey's Essential Truth

Supa is actively watching James Frey’s appearance on Larry King Live. It was Supa’s intention to simply take notes and post tomorrow, but Supa has had a few glasses of wine and is feeling mildly belligerent and doesn’t want to wait. So bear with her.

Okay. Observation #1. On the initial Oprah viewing, Supa didn’t pick up that dude (James Frey – here to fore to be referred to as “The Memoirist) has a lisp. (Is here to fore one word, or three? Holla back.) And the timbre of his voice is very Mike Tyson-esque. Very Tyson-esque. Supa just had to say that, ‘cause….Supa is just stupid like that. Okay. Next.

Observation #2. Supa calls bullshit. The Memoirist lied. He knew what he was doing when he lied, aka, embellished. He admits that he did. He said he "has made mistakes." The Memoirist then goes on to suggest that his memory could be a bit hazy because, after all, he was an alcohol and drug addict. And he can’t be expected to remember shit that happened over 15 years ago while under a substance-induced haze. Alright. But if you have a police report saying that you ran your vehicle into a light pole, and NOT into a police officer….and if you have a police report saying that you had an open container of beer in the car, and NOT crack cocaine, then it seems to Supa that you put extras on it to make yourself seem like some kind of wild badass when you really weren’t. But that’s just Supa. And maybe she just thinks that because she’s under the influence of a few glasses of cheap Chardonnay. Next.

Observation #3: The Memoirist’s essential truth, as he keeps repeating, is that he was a druggie in rehab and his soul was lost and the core message of his book is about getting better. And Supa can’t fault The Memoirist for that. That’s cool. What Supa can’t get with is an author embellishing certain mundane events in his/her life and blowing them up to such shocking and heartbreaking proportions, and then use that as the reason why you were an alcoholic suicidal druggie. Because then Supa suspects that you already knew that your ordinary run-of-the-mill vanilla middle-class frat boy well-bred life that went slightly to the left just wouldn’t sell as many books as the hardcore hopeless criminal badass gangsta white boy you instead portrayed yourself to be. Next!

Observation #4: The Memoirist strikes me as a guy with the usual sensitivities most artists/writers possess – extremely empathetic, sensitive, and contemplative; almost to a fault. Regular, ordinary life events affected him deeply. And that’s cool, because I’m like that, most artists Supa knows are like that. But that in no fucking way gives him the right to make up some gangsta white boy bullshit and pass it off like that shit really happened – "subjective recreation" or not. Supa knows too many true stories, horrendous stories, painful stories, never-in-your-fucking-life-thought-this-could-actually-happen stories (don’t ya’ll?) and it’s just sad that those people don’t get the same voice, attention, and opportunity like The Memoirist, to speak their truth. The real truth. And make a million dollars off of it. It’s such bullshit. Bullshit bullshit bullshit.

Observation #5: The Memoirist says he’ll never use himself as another subject in one of his books ever again. He said he’s made his mistakes and learned his lesson. Also cool. And Supa has witnessed a powerful example, thanks to The Memoirists’ dumbass. And that is, if she ever gets a police report saying that she did something while she was drunk, then decides to write about it, then dammit Supa promises you she will take Five O's word over her hazy subjective drunkass memory and just write the muthafucking truth. ‘Cause hell, even when she’s sober, Supa can’t remember shit.

Observation #6: Naw, Supa takes that back...if Supa decides to fabricate some shit about her life and publish it as truth, Supa wants eevvvrryboody, including Aunty O (as Mwabi calls her) to continue to stick their heads way far up her brown ass and say it doesn't matter, that her essential truth is what's important, and Supa wants all her money and endorsements and integrity to remain intact in this just, just, world. Mkay?

Check out Glamazon Life's take on the whole fiasco.

That is all. Carry the fuck on. Supa needs to go watch Project Runway....

Hi Auntie.

PS- As Supa was ranting and typing, Ruff Ryder #1 came downstairs and uninterestingly asked, "So is Oprah mad at the drunk dude?"

Funny kid. Supa loves her boy spawn!