I LOVE Grace Jones. I listened to her every chance I got in the eighties. I was painting in the kitchen when WXPN played this tune, and I was shocked at how the lyrics still punch me in the gut-but for different reasons now.
I once dressed up as Miss Grace for Halloween, back in the day. I bought a beach hat and attached Christmas balls to it, then painted my face brown. I actually won the best costume that year, but coming home to my girlfriend’s house, wearing said costume, proved to be a bad idea, as Sally’s dog wanted me, wanted me bad for a midnight snack. I had to go out to the back yard and strip, and my bestie got me a wash cloth…….brand new me, no rabid dog attacks.
This tune falls into the “narcissistic abuse” category, and if you listen closely there is a line about someone’s marriage being a “tragedy,” but I can offer no further details at this time as I am about 150% positive that my blog is now being hoovered: not just my sister, but other family members as well. One of the things you learn, being the scapegoat of the family is this-if you open your mouth, for any reason, to defend or uphold your integrity, you will look ape shit crazy. The narc has poisoned others’ minds with their vitriolic script, and if you do choose to stand up for yourself (believe me, the hardest thing that God has yet to ask of me is to turn the other cheek, realize my beloveds have been brainwashed, and-well, shut my mouth) you will only feed into their psychopathic, narcissistic rage. You can’t play the victim card, they own victimhood.
In another few weeks, my family, cough, will be heading out to the Adirondack mountains, sans moi, and I can tell you right now the loss I feel is real. I can only wonder if I did the right thing by cancelling our plans, but know this: her day will come, and though I have began praying for her once again, the spirit of the Jezebel is not of this world. We are the peacemakers, the empaths, the lovers and sympathizers. And one day, we know not when, we shall be redeemed.