Dear Helen Hartman,
Help! Everywhere I turn some ‘celebrity’ is telling me how to live my life. Not that I asked. I cannot stand one more gazillionaire money guru, under 40 femme fatale, or nannied-up nincompoop ‘sharing’ their sure thing formula for living on a budget, looking fab and raising perfect kids. And don’t get me started on all the stuff they supposedly ‘design’ for us average folks. Dear Helen, give me some advice I can really use – point me in the direction of some role models that real people can really believe in and love to learn from.
Dear Loved One,
I suppose I should be more than a bit miffed that you asked Helen to direct you to trustworthy advisers when the answer to your question is so clear. Who can you trust to run your life better than yourself? Helen, of course. You're welcome.
|Helen can see she has a LOT Of work to do here!|
Oh, all right. I understand what you are asking.
You mean BESIDES Helen where does one turn to for a FABULOUS Role Model.
Personally, I was blessed to have many role models in my family Mama Maxine, Aunts Ruth, Betty, Ileene, Oleeva and countless friends of my mom, and moms of my friends.
But let’s face it, sometimes you gotta set your sights a little higher.
|I resent that. What higher authority could you possibly go to than your Aunt Ruth?|
Or at least in a different direction because the places your dreams are taking you are not the same as those of your natural mentors. This looks like a job for:
Helen Hartman’s Celebrity Saints Squad.
Not actual religious saints, mind you, not even Helen can canonize folks like that – unless she could use a real cannon
|What'd I do to deserve this? All I said was that them Fluffo biscuits just looked the same as the other biscuits, just a more cleaned up photo.|
By that I mean people in the public eye who have lived remarkable lives and left something worth emulating(and who are no longer with us and therefore are probably not going to get up to some nonsense to totally undo all the good stuff they accomplished in their lifetimes).
|OH, right, Saints Assemble. Like I'm supposed to drop everything and do your bidding. Some of us gots day jobs, you know? Mine is selling soap as an elixir of love. You expect me to jeopardize this sweet gig so you can show me off to your pals?|
Wait, hold up, I don’t have time or room for all my so-called saints (and some of them are frankly being re-evaluated as I type) now so let’s just start with the top 4 in no particular order:
When I paint myself into a pickle…
No I did not say that wrong. Believe me, Helen has done much worse things than that and when you do that kind of thing you are going to want the likes of Lucy and Julia on your side! So when that happens, Helen always knows where to turn for cooler heads, wittier comebacks, and harebrained ideas. How about you?
|Well, I AM feeling 40% Zippier today....|
No, Helen is not suggesting turning to you. Helen loves you but you have yet to prove yourself a shining example to humanity… or make me a delicious Boeuf Bourguignon in a crazy get up (and I KNOW You have crazy get ups. I’ve seen what you wear to Walmart, sweetie)
|It's the hat, right? The hat puts it right over the top. I thought as much.|
But I would love to know – who would YOU put on your fantasy celebrity saint squad? I think who you chose will say a lot about you (and may be used against you in a court of law, just so you know).
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