Imagine. Joan Crawford, of Mommie Dearest fame, being your mother and you announcing to her…”Mommie, mommie I’m gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender…” what might happen. Then imagine the real message she want’s you to hear is to go out there and be brash, be bold, and just be you.
In her new book, Mommie Smearest: See Joan Crawford In Bitch Selfie Ain’t Make You No Movie Star, Joan writes as L. LeSueur (her birth name) and takes readers on a wild, provocative, ride to heaven, hell, and through the woods of reality stardom…even if that reality stardom is self-created because a YouTube video has gone viral or a selfie has a thousand Facebook likes.
LeSueur’s (Joan Crawford) publicist joins us on The Coming Out Lounge today to help us peel back the layers of hiding our truth based on the life of one of Hollywoods most iconic legends…without any wire hangers!
- Finding out who you are at the core is good enough
- Having a dual identity helped keep her “somewhat sane”…
- There will ALWAYS be naysayers looking to bring us down
- Our ability to show up in the world is our own responsibility
- We create an emotional prison, one brick at a time
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When Joan Crawford is stopped at the gate to Hollywood Heaven and ordered to Hell “for reasons well known to her,” she charms (acts) her way past the aspiring-rapper guard and manages to enter Heaven on probation. To get off parole, she must return to Earth to both explain her Mommie Dearest sins and perform good works, most notably: rescue true celebrity back from today’s reality starlets and civilian selfies.
In her riveting posthumous fake autobiography, Mommie Smearest: See Joan Crawford In Bitch Selfie Ain’t Make You No Movie Star, Joan, writing as L. LeSueur, reinvents herself as the rap artist mo.m.m.i.e.D.
From a secret base at a Florida trailer park, Joan Crawford launches a raucous plotline that parodies today’s rich and famous − including reality starlets from Hollywood, Washington, Wall Street and the mall – many of whom Crawford finds lacking as true stars. As part of her good works to gain entry to Heaven, Joan plots to unmask a corporate executive blowhard in a mini-skirt-power-suit she views as a personal-brand-building fraud. And most significantly, Joan takes aim at the newest form of “d”-lebrities: everyday people who think they’re stars because their YouTube video has gone viral or their selfies have a thousand likes on Facebook.
In addition to trailer parks and a chicken-processing factory, readers are whisked into phony-fabulous locales including Trump Tower, pro-football stadiums, boardrooms, and the New York Times social columns. In between her squabbles and plot twists, Joan offers hilarious flashbacks from her own rich Hollywood life, including a never-revealed (until now!) audition for TV’s The Brady Bunch, and a feature-length lie called Monster Dearest: Keeping Up with the Crawfords, in which Crawford sort of, but not really, explains herself as Mommie Dearest.
In the end, multiple story lines converge into an affirming crescendo celebration that includes criminal indictments, a high-profile gay society wedding, and the final verdict on Joan’s entry into Hollywood Heaven. It all serves as a reminder of the ‘realness’ of fame, especially in today’s celebrity-obsessed culture where anyone with a smartphone can be a star.
Joan Crawford’s story has spawned the actress’s first music video: “Bitch…Selfie Ain’t Make You No Movie Star” with Joan as the rap artist m.o.m.m.i.e.D. Voiced by famed celebrity impersonator Bonnie Kilroe. Joan’s single is available at iTunes now, viewable on YouTube.