Loving Love

Maybe I'm a bit touched having enjoyed the supreme experience of dating a superstar such as Nicole Kidman. But I have always had a soft spot in my heart for troubled celebrities. Especially musicians.

(Now I know that Nic is not a musician. And I am, in no way, implying that she is troubled. On the contrary, she's probably the most healthy relationship I've ever had. Apart from my new, hot girlfriend. I just meant that maybe having that kind of exposure to fame has loosened me up and allow me to understand better the possible strains of mass worship and recognition.)

All of this to say...poor Courtney Love.

Now, I know some of you might strongly disagree. You're like, "what the crap"? Courtney Love? I've had conversations with some of you, (you know who you are - crazy Julie!), who think Courtney is nothing more than an irresponsible, coked-up whore with no dignity or talent. Some of you even think she might have had something to do with Kurt's death. You are all entitled to your opinions. But I happen to love Ms. Love. Personally, I think she is one of the most misunderstood icons of the past decade and my heart goes out to her.

This past week, the courts decided that she must enter rehab - again - for a mandatory 28 days. Even though the judge was poised to deliver jail time or demand long term drug treatment - stating that she probably needed to reach 'rock bottom' before a lifestyle change would ever stick.

I'd be the first one to stand up and say Ms Love needs a little Jesus in her life. Isn't it obvious? But I am not going to condemn her. Or call her trash. Or say that she is spoiled and selfish and irresponsible and evil. The woman not only has a soul, but she has a heart as well. And it's breaking right now. Seriously.

(Those of you who are regular readers to this blog probably feel like I am feeding you a load of shit right now, but I am not.)

How would you feel if you had a child that you might lose custody of? I would feel devastated. To those of you who say, "well the little crack head shouldn't have screwed up so many times - she had her chance". I say, "shut up!" Courtney Love is lost and lonely and she has a disease. Drug addiction is a serious illness.

A lapse in judgment or weakness in character doesn't make me love her any less. Wouldn't you want another chance if you kept screwing up? Be honest. If God gives her chance after chance, shouldn't I as well? If God gives YOU chance after chance, doesn't she deserve the same? All of this may make no sense at all in the realm of logic, but sometimes I defy that. That's why they call it logic!

These are the facts:

1. Frances Bean needs her mother - as screwed up as she is.
2. Courtney needs to be protected from jail. It will only makes things worse.
3. My messiah complex makes me very attracted to Ms. Love. So much so that I would consider another high-profile "Love affair". (Sorry - bad pun)
4. I know I couldn't save her, but at least I could help her.
5. I know that Nirvana will never have any new music, but maybe Hole could get back together.
6. Sadly, Kurt was responsible for his own death. God rest his soul. I don't want Courtney to feel like she has to resort to the same tragic end.

And most importantly:

7. If we just write her off as a self-absorbed and self-destructive bloated rock star hanger-on, and fail to care enough for intervention, Francis will suffer the long term consequences. Not just Courtney. Then the world would be robbed of all the musical excellence that the love child of Kurt and Courtney might produce in the future. Do you want that on your conscience?

Courtney, if you are reading this...come home. We love you. Well, I do.