I was majorly influenced by Courtney when I was an adolescent. She was a riot grrrl and I admired her "I don't give a shit" attitude. She rocked vintage baby doll dresses and ripped tights, fried her hair with bleach and exposed herself any second she got—she was cool. She was young, wild, a rock star and married to Kurt Cobain. He is an entire chapter in my book—it almost feels cliché right now to talk about how much Kurt means to me—I won't go there now...back to the bitch, who needs the attention anyway...
Courtney has been in the news a lot recently—I get "Kurt Cobain" google alerts but it's usually just gossip about Courtney. Frances (her daughter) left her before Christmas, she is coming out with a new album one of these days, possibly working on a clothing line, has been fat & anorexic, has had lots of "work" done, is being sued by American Express & counter-suing them, is broke, moved to NYC, is producing a film based on her relationship with Kurt, and showed off her new tit tattoos on twitter. Really I don't f-ing care anymore; I just find it amusing and like to calculate all the reasons Kurt would have divorced her ass. I'm being cruel. No, the truth is, I have a love/hate relationship with her, like you do an old friend that once stabbed you in the back.
Anyway, Valentines Day is creeping up and I thought I would write something about Love, Courtney Love that is.
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