Violet Beauregarde is a fox and she doesn’t give af what you think.
If “God is a Woman” a la Ariana Grande, then Violet is the modern, post-consumer Hindu goddess Kali, (or Devi) “of death, time, and doomsday and is often associated with sexuality and violence but is also considered a strong mother-figure and symbolic of motherly-love.”
Maybe less of the latter.. here anyway, but she is definitely about destruction… and creation.
Violet is a side of myself that I’ve only recently uncovered.
She is impulsive, selfish, and definitely non-monogamous. But she is also vulnerable, stupid, and very much a wallower in her mistakes. But it this experience that helps her build character, that she can choose to use to make better decisions in the next life. Or relationship. Or something.
I love, hate, admire, embrace, and distance myself from Violet, but she is always there, under the surface, waiting to surface like a shark under some ill begotten, seemingly contentless ocean.
I will kill her 100 times over and revive her, just the next day, because she’s like a piece of your body that you’d like to remove, but cannot without obliterating the very life that is you.
Read on in this column if you want to hear what impassioned blunders she will envelop herself in in her new days in a new city.