I guess it's angst of a sort....
Hark! I Hear A Celebrity OracleREX MURPHY
From Saturday's
Globe and MailOctober 31, 2008 at 9:01 PM EDT
Where is Cameron Diaz? Haven't seen and, worse, haven't heard from her in so long a while. Has she been disappeared? Is she in Guantanamo, the Bush-Cheney gulag for dissident celebrities?
A little more than four years ago, on a panel boasting the finest minds the world has known since the days of ancient Athens, when Socrates was tutoring Plato, Ms. Diaz was offering advice on the coming election between George Bush and John Kerry.
The scene was the edification we all know and love as The Oprah Winfrey Show. The grand empath, her Oprahness, had designed a program to stir the youth of America to vote, and crowded onto the couch (besides Ms. Diaz) an almost frightening constellation of intelligence and prestige.
There was Sean Combs, a putty artist of nomenclature, whom you may know as Puff Daddy, P. Diddy, Puffy, Diddy, Daddy Piff or Diddy Puff. The backup intellects for the occasion, doo-woppers for Mr. Diddy's famous Vote or Die campaign, were Christina Aguilera and Drew Barrymore.
Think of it as a symphony of mind.
It was the sylphlike Ms. Diaz who framed the choice between George (Neanderthal, Halliburton, frat boy, Karl Rove puppet, tool of Big Oil, IQ of a lug wrench) Bush and John (elegant) Kerry most lucidly. She issued a warning to the timid and vacant minds of young America, especially to the female half of that monstrous demographic. "If you think rape should be legal, then don't vote!"
And lest that wouldn't hold their attention - the young of America are notoriously detached - the delectable Cassandra who had transfixed the world in There's Something about Mary further cautioned that they "could lose the right to their bodies." Which would be inconvenient.
America didn't listen that day, at least young America didn't. George (amoeba, cretin, theocrat, warmonger) Bush defeated John (sweet) Kerry, rape has been legal in that despoiled country for four years, and millions of young women have had to get government permission to use their bodies for anything - getting out of bed, going to a global warming protest, dropping by Starbucks or attending the MTV awards (where a body is an absolute must - although there's a cover charge on the brain).
We haven't heard from Ms. Diaz this cycle, which is such a shame. Maybe she's just tired. Or taken up macrame;. Speaking Bluetooth to power can drain the old soul. But America is nothing if not the country of renewal. If one oracle vanishes, another leaps from the self-help rack at Barnes and Noble, or from the back pages of the better fashion magazines.
The Cameron Diaz of the 2008 election and, need I say, supporter of Barack (cool, mesmeric, "thrill up my leg," hope, change, new dawn, better dawn, dawn all day) Obama is Erica Jong. Ms. Jong wrote a book called Fear of Flying, which is to literature what Charlie's Angels is to theology.
But Ms. Jong is, make no mistake about it, a seer and guru of Diaz dimensions. She hangs about with an almost equally illustrious crowd, numbering such geopolitical high foreheads as Jane (Hanoi, exercise videos, Ted Turner) Fonda and Naomi (Al Gore's "earth tones" clothing consultant, author of The Treehouse) Wolf as among her fellow thinkers.
Ms. Jong, and God bless her courage, issued a warning this week