Marilyn Manson: What the Hell Happened?

Dear Marilyn:

Darling, what on Earth has happened to you? I was never really a huge fan, but I could appreciate the fact that you were taking the very dark elements of glam to their extreme, and mocking androgyny by your strange breast wearing period. Really, underneath all the greasepaint, I thought there was a very intelligent, honest individual. When I saw your well known interview in "Bowling for Columbine" where you answered the question "What would you say to the survivors?" with "I would listen to them," I was beyond impressed. You really did think. I wanted to believe that, I suppose.

I remember when you married the beautiful Dita Von Teese. Even though I again really didn't listen to your music, I really knew that there needed to be someone like you around, and I was glad you were mature enough not to be dating little girls and you seemed to be evolving. You also were raging for millions of 15 year olds, and giving them something to think about. Good on you.

Then, wow, what happened? Dita left the manse and you hooked up with a 19 year old. Yeah, also the painting situation.....well......and then the movie with the 19 year old....and then I read a current article where you are not feeling any pain and making vicious comments to Lady TaTa about her intimate areas. Where did the self-hate come in? Also, Marilyn, the Rasputin meets Uncle Fester in drag look does not suit you. You need a stylist. I expected so much more from you...but you seem to have given up on yourself. Why?

Please get better. See a therapist. Have some oolong tea. Find someone who loves you. As sappy as that sounds, it might just help.

Moonbeams and tangerines,

Bette Dillinger

A Kindred Spirit

I love men, not for what unites them, but for what divides them, and I want to know most of all what gnaws at their hearts.

Guillaume Apollinaire

Transmission Number One

Today marks a new time in my life, my brothers and sisters, as my communication with my planet, 143.1, has been terminated. It feels like a new beginning, yet at the same time, a wistful ending. My work has been focused on this for these several months. I walk among you glued to the strange spectacles that have always riveted me: the American denial of the dark, the glorification of the vulgar and crude that has completely destroyed the remaining remnants of intellectual discourse, but has given way to partisan pseudo-intelligence that is a laugh and a cry. I write this because I see the future, but it is obvious to most: the complete dominance of the Web over the entire media intrastructure. This means that I embrace the Web 2.0 culture and am its slave. The individuals that want to distribute my music certainly don't tell me this, they simply encourage me to "tour". My tour has been a global one for some time, and it embraces the world. This world you are reading about now.
My album will shortly be available, and I do not cater to children who are too young to learn about the sexy times from some idiot who is funded by their father's money. I am disgusted with the music industry, and especially the underlying themes of exploitation that is forced in my face. I do not do product placement.

To be a slave is to accept that status. I am not a slave.