Admiration

I was reminded twice in the last week of Monica Seles. Her story was full of tragedy, never really recovering from the stabbing and it will always be a mystery, where her talent would have gone without the injury.

But back at the turn of the 90s I loved her. She was the coolest woman ever and I wanted to be her and felt a bit of a lower person in comparison. Of all the positive emotions - be it love, attraction, like - the one that comes to me least is admiration and so I find it a bit fascinating when I do admire someone. I remember the first time I ever bought Hello magazine was because it had a cover feature on Monica Seles, with her stepping out of a car, hiding behind shades and dark hair, in the aftermath of the stabbing. She looked mysterious, fabulous and worthy of worship. It's been years since I came across her but even now when I look at the images of her from years ago I think there's something amazing about her, but I can't quite put my finger on what that is.

Apologies for the crap cheesy interview, but it's about the best youtube had to offer.