Some people one-up the very notion of "Carpe Diem" and instead annihilate each and every day into a super nova of life-fulfilling potential, reaching unbelievable heights. On the other hand some people, no matter how hard they try, just can't seem to catch a break. Some people inhabit both of these realms. While normal slobs are sitting watching cable TV and making excuses, Elizabeth (Liz, Lisa) Brady Cabot Winslow, who has apparently descended from world-wide royalty and the Hollywood elite, has constructed a daily life experience that encapsulates James Bond, Albert Einstein, Wonder Woman, Harry Caul, Laura Mars and Mork From Ork ...at least that is according to her extensive home page/resume/cry for consideration. She doesn't just raise the bar, she lights the ends of it on fire and does a baton-twirling routine with it (that is until she has to flee the stage when a lone gunman tries to assassinate her from the balcony).
How can us "normals" (who neatly slide into type A, B, or C personality pegs) possibly compete with a young, gorgeous, published, jet-setting, famous glamazon heiress spy with a mindbogglingly high I.Q. and who's connected to the world's power elite? According to her, we can't! Naturally, because she is living "...in beautiful, lavish, costly places" and "...owns rare and valuable possessions," we'll be fascinated and "...jealous of me and resentful of my superior brains, looks, glamorous life, TV appearances, beautiful pictures, etc." Who else spends their mornings involved with international C.I.A. intrigue and sizzling high fashion shoots, and their evenings dealing with the daily stress of possessing paranormal powers while discovering wires and listening devices in their apartment?
Every day for Ms. Cabot Winslow is a dazzling wonder, from having her memoirs stolen by the mob and turned into today's biggest cinema blockbusters right under her nose (again!), to outsmarting "crooked meddlers" and "unidentified hostile undesirable oddballs" from the highest offices of Washington D.C. and Vogue magazine, who "...electrocuted me in left ear at a public telephone" to prevent her from publishing yet another New York Times bestseller. "Liz" would probably have become the next Madonna or Paris Hilton is it hadn't been for "The public, who has gone on a crooked crime spree," and who has "...deliberately and illegally ruined my careers and all my endeavors in all fields."
"I have been illegally run over by inferior trash..." concludes Ms. Winslow.
Can an elaborate brag be a cry for help? Vise-versa? Ms. Cabot Winslow hypnotizes us with plausible grace, underhandedly daring us to lob tomatoes at the chip tediously constructed on her shoulder, it's gargantuan size timidly balanced on her pin-boned frame.
I'm surprised "Liz" had the time to create a home page, with all the time she spends doing undercover work for the United Nations, dancing ballet onstage in Russia - and discovering knock-out drops in her mineral water. But hey - some people just really have it together, it would seem.
Whether Elizabeth (Liz, Lisa) Brady Cabot Winslow's home page is an actual window into someones genuine madness, or is nothing more than an elaborate hoax (the internet in a nutshell), to peruse over its maddening, lapidary detail is to nevertheless ponder the path not taken. As the saying goes; "If 'ifs' and 'buts' were clusters of nuts, we'd all have a bowl of granola!"
So don't criticize, resent or try to interfere (you crooked packs!) as you read about "Liz" and her ability to muli-task the rest of us into oblivion ...just stand back and let her happen!