Kristen Stewart recently made a big change in her life. Anyone know what that was?
Did she redecorate her spare bedroom?
Did she buy a Lamborghini?
Did she get a hypoallergenic dog?
That’s possible, but I don’t think so.
She lit her universe on fire and watched it burn.
“My hair was such a crutch. I looked quote unquote ‘sexy’ no matter what. I could hide behind it. As soon as I didn’t have all that hair, I had to let my face hang out. I felt more confident than I had in a really long time. And it felt really good. Maybe to most people long hair is prettier. But then what? Is your main goal in life to be desired? That is boring as fuck.”
God she’s great. But did she cut her hair or did she burn it all off?
“I lit my universe on fire,” she admits with a sly smile, “and I watched it burn.” Stewart drops her head, tugs at the hem of her simple black sweatshirt. Fans away a mosquito. Yanks a fallen tube sock from its cotton pool in her Converse sneaker. “Speaking very candidly,” she says at last, lifting her chin and swallowing a gulp of her vodka tonic, “it was a really traumatic period in my early 20s that kick-started something in me that was a bit more,” she pauses, then settles on the word, “feral.”
Sounds like she burned it all off and now she’s a cat. Meow!
One thing, though, is that she has not been taking Patti Smith’s advice, which is rude. Why not take advice if Patti Smith is the one giving it to you?
On the best advice she’s received: “Patti Smith told me to always take care of my teeth and lungs.”
Maybe it’s time to light that bad attitude on fire and watch it burn, Kristen.