I want to say a big Thank You to Paolo Sorrentino for giving visibility to our wonderful city, for brought the light after so many years in the shadow. Rome is really "The Great Beauty", The Best Actress in the whole movie. But only as far as the city.
The Romans people worse by the day. Let me explain my situation;
I am a normal girl of 24 years old, I have only two things different from the others; pink hair and Gothic Lolita clothing.
I want to be an actress but I have a V.I.P. life without meaning to. Here it is really difficult to get a role in a movie if you aren't "a friend of" but I really would exchange this strange life of a VIP, to have a nice part in a major film.
It's like I was the victim of the paparazzi every day. The problem is that there... I am nothing. None. I am just a unknown author for now. It's the people that photographs me in any place and any time that thinks that I am... a fucking pink monument.
If I were Clint Eastwood and I went to the grocery store and a hidden guy makes me a photo there would be a reason.
The script is always the same.
They pretend to photograph a monument / showcase / garbage can, but in reality they're taking photos to me. Sometimes the "accomplice" poses in my direction-in front of me or a few inches from me-planning to be smart enough to escape xD... We have to do with James Bond. Fuck.
Whenever you put yourself posing next to a traffic light, or a pharmacy? Unless you are a recent graduate proud of his work to take a souvenir photo to prove it to the world.
(them to me) snap the photo and run away satisfied. Most of the time I can be fast enough to cover my face with my hands, you never know, since I no longer have control of my image. And if I pissed what they tell me? "You have pink hair? You'll look for it."
A few days ago -one of many examples- someone pulled my hair... yeaaaah, very very well, so... because a person walking normally and pull the hair to the people because that asshole see for the frist time something different and he wanted to do it.
The next day, I was in a museum to see the exhibition of the Museum D'Orsay, and a guy instead of looking at the paintings was too busy to comment on my hair. You pay the ticket to the exhibition to look at my hair? Congratulations, you know how to manage your money well.
Guys seriously... ARE YOU OK??!!?!?
How do you evolve, grow economically, expand your resources, if you don't start from things like accept something different?
My book is coming out where there is a chapter which treats these things, stay tuned.
My Flamingo Pink Hair
