Genre:
Music, Memoir, Autobiography
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Amazon
Ornery Owl's Review
Rating: Five out of Five Stars
The only serious musician in her band, Lita would resurface just a few short years later fronting her own projects and doing things the way she had always wanted to, no longer held back by other less-committed band members.
When I first read this statement, my reaction was, I love Dee Snider, but I have to ask, Dee, what were you smoking when you said this in the book's intro? Have you not heard of Joan Jett?
After reading Lita's account, I think what Dee means is while the Runaways were active, Lita was serious about playing music while the other band members were distracted by drugs, partying, and relationship drama.
In the 1980s, I preferred I Love Rock and Roll and I Hate Myself for Loving You to Kiss Me Deadly (an unpopular opinion I reckon, but, urgh, I never could stand that song. I always changed the station when it came on) or Close My Eyes Forever (Lita's duet with Ozzy Osbourne, which I did like.) I learned later that those certainly weren't Lita's only post-Runaways songs, they were just the ones that got played (overplayed) on the radio.
As a female fan of the rock and metal genres (and decidedly no-one's groupie), I appreciate women like Joan and Lita, who told men who wanted them to promote themselves using their carnal qualities rather than their talent, to go fuck themselves. They were role models for angry young women like me who were sick of men seeing us as objects.
I genuinely appreciate Lita's admission of the fact that all the girls in the Runaways aside from herself and Jackie Fox being lesbian or bisexual freaked her out. These days, admitting something of this nature can get a person canceled or harassed. Coming of age in the 1980s and having been raised Catholic, I understand where Lita is coming from.
I certainly never hated gays and lesbians and did not believe they should be harassed, but I admit I didn't know many people who were openly gay. I wigged out when I had a sexual dream about a girl who was a grade below me. I spent the next couple of weeks praying to God not to turn me into a lesbian. I didn't realize at the time that sex dreams usually aren't about sex, nor did I realize that a person's sexual orientation is hard-wired. If The Powers That May Be wanted me to be a lesbian, I would already have been one.
I've never figured out why I had this dream. Delia and I had nothing in common. She was a valley girl wannabe who wore a button that said "like, I'm proud to be shallow." I was a weird amalgamation of metalhead, pothead, and nerd. If I were to have wanted to get intimate with a girl, Delia would never have been my choice for a partner. None of the girls I went to school with would have been. If I had to choose someone to go against my sexual orientation with, I'd probably say Phoebe Cates or Kim Basinger, although I'd rather look like them than have sex with them.
Anyway, I get where Lita is coming from with her fear that "one of the girls might make a move on me." Like me, she understands now that her past worries about being in the company of women attracted to other women were silly.
I also align with Lita's determination that men in makeup are hot.
"I always felt that Tim Curry dressed up as a transvestite was an awesome sexual fantasy of mine."
Me too, Sister. Me too.
Lita doesn't hold back on telling it like it is, although she doesn't divulge unnecessary details with stories where sex is involved. After reading her account of times spent with Mötley Crüe, I have to say that while I love those guys to death, there is no way I could have hung out at their apartment back in the day. And while nobody will ever accuse me of turning down a good meal, (or even a mediocre meal, let's be real), I would have starved to death before ever consuming a single morsel in the Höüse of Crüe. One time Lita found a cockroach floating in her wineglass, and before cooking food in the oven, the guys first had to burn up the cockroaches taking up residence there. Not only no, but hell no!
Sadly but unsurprisingly, Lita had to put up with a lot of sexist bullshit from male musicians threatened by her talent. She also endured the loss of her parents. However, the worst thing she has suffered is the estrangement from her sons, thanks to the manipulative actions of her abusive ex-husband.
Lita Ford is one of those women whose lives I wished I could have lived, but I don't think I would have made it out alive. She is resilient in so many ways and has endured some things that nobody should ever have to. I hope that one day she is able to realize her fondest wish and reconnect with her sons.
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