Out in San Diego for New Year’s, it was an awkward moment: in a room of 120 strangers, we all had to name our first Celebrity Crush. I told the story of sitting at the table with my father, cutting out Ulrike Meinhof’s picture from the New York Times, and carrying it around with me until it fell apart. I think I must have been five years old.
It’s impossible that I knew who she was, or her role in Munich 1972, or even that Munich had happened. At five years old, It’s unlikely that I thought anything much had happened at all. I just thought she was a neat looking lady who looked at the camera different than anyone else in the New York Times.
Since then, my feelings about Meinhof have become slightly more complex. But in San Diego for the New Year, thinking about that First Celebrity Crush, it made me realize that of all the lessons from the Baader-Meinhof gang, the most personal one was that no one really chooses who or what captivates them.
Photo reblogged from plsj:
“Protest is when I say this does not please me. Resistance is when I ensure what does not please me occurs no more.” -Ulrike Meinhof
