I can’t even begin to comprehend their pain but honestly if they had acted after enough red flags, their daughter could’ve been alive today. This mentality to ask the daughters to “adjust” despite such hostile conditions needs to go away NOW. 💔😢
Sorry, but ZERO sympathy for parents who ask their daughters to ‘adjust’ despite multiple red flags.
Twisha was assaulted by her husband on their honeymoon. Dowry-type demands. Anguished texts.
“Adjust”.
My interview with Twisha Sharma’s father:
imagine singing such a high voltage banger at 70, Asha ji was the only one who could pull this off!! what an absolute rockstar through multiple eras and generations!
A legacy with no end date. But it’s true, we will always say- Abhi dil nahi Bhara.
There will never be an artist like her again who will stay relevant for 8 decades. Who will define generations of music and culture altogether. The world remains in forever debt for your magic 🙏🏻
Eight decades, 12,000+ songs in 20+ languages across different genres a true singing legend. A versatile queen. Rest in peace, Asha Bhosle ma’am. May your soul rest in peace
Her name is S. Revathi.
She was a head constable at Sathankulam police station in June 2020.
She was on night duty the night Jayaraj and Bennix were brought in.
She watched her colleagues beat them through the entire night.
She saw the bloodstained lathis. She saw the bloodstained table.
She gave Jayaraj water when he asked for it.
At midnight she called her husband and told him what was happening.
When the judicial magistrate came to investigate she was terrified.
Her male colleagues stood outside the room trying to listen to her statement.
They intimidated the magistrate himself.
She signed her statement anyway.
The Madras High Court ordered police protection for her and her family the same day.
She told reporters she did not want any of this publicity.
She said she was ready to face dismissal.
She was not dismissed.
She testified again in court in 2022.
Yesterday 9 police officers were sentenced to death.
Her statement in 2020 is the reason that sentence exists.
Nobody will say her name today.
Her name is Revathi.
In a live experiment, to prove a point to me, A friend of mine, a print model and an actor, went to a perfume outlet in Emporio mall in Vasant Kunj in an oversized salwar kurta. The staff looked down upon her and didn’t even let her sample the perfumes.
Same day she visited RADO in Ambience Mall Gurgaon asking about a particular watch for her dad. They said it’s not available.
The next day she wore a Gucci dress with Bling Michael Kors glasses and fiery red Jimmy Choo’s & a LV handbag to both the outlets.
At emporio, the perfume shop staff gifted her a sample bottle and at RADO the same watch became available and was shown.
This is what Delhi is, she said.
Moira Rose taught us how to fall apart with dignity. Catherine O’Hara taught us how to build a career that peaks at 66.
She started as a waitress at Second City Toronto. The director told her to keep waitressing. She replaced Gilda Radner anyway.
For 50 years she played women who couldn’t see themselves clearly, and she loved every one of them. Delia Deetz, the worst artist alive, convinced she was a genius. Kate McCallister, who forgot her kid at Christmas and spent two movies trying to get back to him. Cookie Fleck, whose romantic history kept showing up at dog shows.
Then Eugene Levy called. He’d created a show with his son about a rich family who loses everything. Would she play the mother? A former soap star who copes with poverty by refusing to acknowledge it?
She almost said no. Thank God she didn’t.
Moira Rose wore wigs that had their own ambitions. She spoke in an accent from nowhere. She called her children “bébé” like it contained the entire history of motherhood. And underneath all of it, O’Hara let us see the terror of a woman who had never learned who she was without an audience.
When Moira finally broke, in hospital rooms and at weddings and rehearsing for community theater, O’Hara showed us what she’d known all along: the performance was the protection. The delusion was the survival mechanism.
She won the Emmy at 66. In her speech, she thanked the Levys for letting her “fully be her ridiculous self.”
Last year, someone asked which role she wanted to be remembered for.
“Mother to my children.”
She was 71. She left behind her husband Bo, her sons Matthew and Luke, and millions of us who learned from Moira Rose that you can lose everything and still refuse to be diminished by it.
Bébé, we’ll miss you.
Everything Catherine O’Hara did felt so original because she was so honest to herself. She didn’t fall for bullshit trends, she didn’t bend the knee to publicists: she was just an artist that always did what she felt was real. There is no “next” Catherine O’Hara.
This scene from Home Alone will never feel the same again.
From Kevin’s mother to Moira Rose in Schitt’s Creek, from Beetlejuice to Best in Show, Catherine O’Hara gave us characters that were hilarious, heartfelt, and unforgettable.
Her performances shaped generations of movie and TV lovers. May she rest in peace, and may her work live on forever. 🙏