How can a 6'3" woman hang herself on a doorknob? "You lean away from the door applying pressure till you pass out.... After that, gravity takes over."
One friend said: "L'Wren is probably the only person I look at her Instagram and say she has such a glamorous life. She was always on a plane. She was always very controlling, strong."
March 17, 2014
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Well, it seems that one learns something new every day.
If she was 6'3", then Jagger must be at least 6'5" -- at least judging from photos I've seen of them together.
Tagging for this post is...interesting.
Erotic auto-asphyxiation?
"Tagging for this post is...interesting."
Think about it as boring, because that does explain it, interestingly enough.
Being adopted at birth and subsequently abandoned by others through her life left her with no value except her career, and that had also recently crashed.
That is the true war on women.
D'Angelo Barksdale.
Always with the aesthetics, huh, Althouse? You and the writer are both very macabre highlighting the shape of the doorknob simply to play off the poor woman's name.
Driven, ambitious people are often not very happy. There are trade-offs with every personality type. Personally, I find this sad.
"You lean away from the door applying pressure till you pass out.... After that, gravity takes over."
They might as well name it after her, because that's going to catch on like wildfire.
I feel for her, being adopted and abandoned, but she missed the most important lesson, I guess:
You've got to get tough,...
Erotic auto-asphyxiation?
That was my first thought as well. Why does a 6'3" woman strangle on a door knob? I fail to understand any other explanation.
Jagger is 5'10", but he can fill a 70,000 person stadium.
I hope she didn't use a Burberry scarf. And nothing cashmere and no earth colors. A red silk scarf would be too melodramatic. It's hard to figure out just the right outfit for occasions like that.
Comedy Stage Open Mic Night Comic says:
So: humor. That's what I'm trying to do up here, that's what you are expecting from me, pretty simple, I'm pretty simple, this should all work out for us (laughter). The problem with humor is that if it isn't close to the truth it's just a boring story: Aunt Martha and the teenage pizza delivery boy and the nude misunderstanding -- we need authenticity, we need details: what color was the lacy thong that Aunt Martha was wearing at the door? (laughter) The pink one, or the yellow one with the mud flaps? (laughter) I don't know what a thong with mud-flaps may be, but it sounds like you do (laughter)...
Now, I don't want to hurt Aunt Martha's feelings in telling the story, so I changed her name: to be more precise, I don't want to hurt her feelings and I don't want to be left out of her will, so Martha it is (laughter)...
Another example: I had an ex-girlfriend that gave me the thoughtful parting gift of gonorrhea (laughter). She claimed the gonorrhea wasn't her fault, she got it from a good friend of mine: that felt better (laughter). Anyway, when I talk about her I call her Julia, even though that is not her real name. Doesn't change the story, or the burning memory of having a nurse shove a popsicle stick up my penis (laughter). The thing is, all of my friends know her, they know her name isn't Julia, they all know that the woman in this story is really named Andrea: oops. (laughter) I don't think I am in Andrea's will, so there it is (laughter)...
"Always with the aesthetics, huh, Althouse? You and the writer are both very macabre highlighting the shape of the doorknob simply to play off the poor woman's name."
Honestly, I didn't notice that.
Comedy Stage Open Mic Night Comic continues:
Now, does it matter to Andrea that a lot of strangers now know that her honey pot is swarming with diseased bumblebees? (laughter) That she has a veritable volatile meth lab between her thighs? (laughter). That her contaminated vagina gave me Gingivitis? (laughter) I mean, I bet her new boyfriend Bob knows by now, and by 'Bob' I really mean Allen (laughter); Allen, you know who you are...
Truth is hard, hard, and sometimes you only understand it by exaggerating it. I mean, could I really masturbate as often as I mention it in my routine? If I told you that I wasn't exaggerating would you believe it medically possible? (laughter). What if I showed you all the receipts for hand lotion? (laughter) Kleenex? (laugher)...
So we have truth, and we have exaggeration, but those by themselves aren't necessarily funny; no, to be funny you need one of the following two additives: pain, or fear (laughter). Now if I told you I had blisters in my palm from so much masturbation -- well, that's truth (laughter). If I told you that from all this masturbation I also had blisters on my penis -- now, that's pain (laughter). If I asked you if you wanted to see it I'd expect your reaction would be fear (laughter) -- it is not a pretty sight, like a hot dog left too long on the grill at Seven-Eleven at four A.M... (laughter).
And where do we experience the most pain and fear? In confronting our mortality. Now, not everyone in this room will grow old and die -- calm down, calm down --some of you will die rather young (laughter): don't worry, you're liver isn't listening right now (laughter). Still, the young die, too, often in embarrassing positions, bad hair, questionable underwear status: unfortunately, you will not be around to explain that hanging yourself from a belt with a butt-plug in your ass was only a one-time thing (laughter). Hell, the butt-plug was borrowed (laughter), and now it's f**king haunted (laughter)...
Here's the thing: if you accidentally die in your youth, it's tragic: if you die in your youth while wearing a fist-sized butt-plug it's frickin' funny (laughter). Now if you're OLD and die wearing that butt-plug, there is a certain admiration that follows: it's like dying with your boots on, but with another boot (laughter). Old people with butt-plugs: they are only a coin-toss away from knowing if they'll wake up the next morning, and yet they plug it up there, anyway: now that's courage (laughter). Still: easier to do with a big will involved, right Aunt Martha? (laughter)
Thank you all, you've been great....
I feel Homeric about that one. Meta omelette, hash browns, toast with grape jelly.
I'll have what betamax is having...
At least four levels on the question of comedy:
the teller
the story
the truth
the words
The meta of the distancing effect in relation to all of the above.
Mortality as the root of comedy: true or false.
Misogyny as an expression of self-loathing. Or just true in certain circumstances.
What voice is heard when no voice is heard. Rhythm. Alliteration. The deduction of the pause.
A thesis should be written.
I don't think I've heard of female auto-erotic asphyxiation. The photos of the male examples are pretty weird.
I wonder who designed the scarf?
Long term solution to short term problems.
Long term solution to short term problems.
Poor woman. People don't realize how easy it is to hang yourself. You just have to put enough pressure on the neck to cut off flow to the carotid arteries, and after around six seconds, you're unconscious, and can't loose yourself. I don't think all these teenagers found this way mean to kill themselves; they think someone will find them. This is so sad.
Lean forward.
Mick Jagger's long-time girlfriend, the fashion designer L'Wren Scott "used a scarf to hang herself from an L-shaped doorknob."
Isn't it a sin against feminism to mention her relationship to Mick Jagger before saying anything else about her, as though the relationship were the most important thing defining who she is?
(Yes, I know: to most of the public it is the most important thing about her?)
What the hell- Mick couldn't float her a loan?
LordSomber said...
Lean forward.
You win.
Pretty sad. She was in the red for 6 million and was evidently too proud or ashamed to ask her $300 million net worth boyfriend for some cash.
She was fed up with wearing long skirts and squatting in Jagger's presence. Made her feel inferior.
What the hell- Mick couldn't float her a loan?"
Yes I find it strange that a guy could be involved in a relationship for 13 years and not have a clue his girlfriend has money problems, especially when he helped her launch her business.
What the hell- Mick couldn't float her a loan?
What the hell- Mick couldn't flip her switch?
That's what happens when you wake up next to your grandfather's favorite "rocker".
"I wonder who designed the scarf?"
It's part of the Spring Collection from the House of Kevorkian.
How did she hang herself Ann?
When you want to die, you die.
Bet the scarf, one tightened, could not UN-tightened and thus she strangled.
She refused financial help from Jagger. It's her business, and her responsibility.
A friend of mine killed himself similarly.
I assumed he'd tied the rope on the nob on one side of the door, slung it over the door, and hanged himself on the other side of the door.
knob
What an awful thing to do to her assistant.
"She was always on a plane," says the friend. Made me think of a Warren Zevon song, Suzie Lightning.
"She only sleeps on planes...
"She lights the sky up
Then she's gone..."
Seems appropriate.
Have seen this all over the news and wonder, A. why someone would spell a name that goofily, and B. why anyone, other than friends and family, should give a shit that Mick Jagger's girlfriend died.
She was adopted by a Mormon family - there's your answer:
Going broke to them IS a death sentence.
Because God didn't bless you to look down on others,...
Okay, she was a grandiose, ambitious starfucker. A lot of this around. Not admirable, but It happens.
And she and Mick were not married after -- what? -- 13 years together, so why should he care?
But she killed herself, apparently over her wretched financial situation. Couldn't he have offered a caution, a loan or an intervention -- something? -- over the long years of their relationship?
What a terrible thing to do to her assistant is right. Do you think she was sending a message by using a tie? Maybe it was Jagger's and she was trying to tell him something. The scarf could have been his too left at condo that they both lived in.
Maybe she was sending a message to Jagger by using the tie which was probably his, and the silk scarf may have been his too that he kept at the apt. If that is the case I think the trigger point was Jagger and despite the spin, they WERE breaking up.
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