What Would Courtney Love Do? 15


I often feel like I was born with a wooden spoon in my mouth. Oh, that’s not to say that my upbringing wasn’t in some ways unusually privileged, no, but I’ve always felt like I was lacking pretty much all of the things that most people take for granted – namely a normal family and someone to love me and I don’t even mean ‘love’ in the romantic sense, I mean in ANY sense. You see, I was raised by people who didn’t love me, didn’t even like me in fact, so being loved, a feeling that is familiar to most people, was for a VERY long time something of an alien concept to me.

I was abandoned a couple of months after my birth by my parents and then raised by my maternal grandparents who really didn’t like me at all. My life from that point on involved moving to a different town every couple of years, struggling at school with bullying, loneliness and undiagnosed Aspergers and Dyspraxia and at home with a lack of care and wearying emotional and physical abuse. At eleven, I realised with absolute clarity that I was already a failure and would never amount to anything worthwhile – a feeling that has never quite gone away, reinforced as it was by the daily reminders from my grandparents of my stupidity, fatness, ugliness and general unlovability and unloveliness.

Unsurprisingly, I retreated into a world of books, history and music. I could SO easily have skidded off the rails and got involved in alcohol and addiction, but that had no allure for me at that stage. I was entirely without hope and, I think, so beyond despair, so far gone in my acceptance of what I believed to be my essential insignificance and so resigned to my situation that I instinctively knew that there were no answers for me at the bottom of any bottle. No, instead I would take myself off to the fantasy worlds created by my favourite writers and musicians.

I had no voice and believed that I had no right to one either – until I listened to Hole for the first time. At another time the jangling, discordant, brutal music of their first album Pretty on the Inside wouldn’t have appealed to me at all, but in 1991, when I was seventeen, still a virgin and thinking that my life lay before me as an endless big fat mess of nothing, the furious, screaming, betrayed and betraying howl of Courtney Love’s voice sounded like a call to arms. It sounded like the inside of my head.

The first time I went to see Hole play was at the Clapham Grand in July 1993. It was an unforgettable night. I remember standing in the darkness and sobbing as I listened to Courtney sing, not because the words touched me but because the pain and anger did.

Hole were there for me at my most awkward and difficult times – Pretty on the Inside will always remind me of my hideous teenage years, while Live Through This came out just as I was starting university, trapped in an abusive relationship, completely without support and terrified that one day my boyfriend might actually snap and kill me but doing my best to hide all of this. Luckily all of that was past when Celebrity Skin, a far more grown up and polished album to the first, was released in 1998 – I’d just about graduated, was working and in a different relationship, bad in its own way but not quite so bad as the last one. In short, the three seminal Hole albums saw me through my screaming angry teenage years, through university to an approximation of adulthood and as they became less angry, more contemplative, so too did I. In a way it was like we had grown up together, like the bad sisters of one of the songs on Pretty on the Inside and I will always love them for that.

For a long time, I really badly wanted to be Courtney Love – I imitated her bleached blonde hair that looked like it been roughly cut with nail scissors while blind drunk, I copied her silk baby doll dresses, smeared red lipstick, holy tights, Mary Jane shoes. I thought I looked amazing and that belief carried me through many a social situation, giving me a confidence that I didn’t naturally have.

For a long time too, ‘What Would Courtney Love Do?’ was my mantra, albeit not always a terribly wise one. It was fun though, rolling the Courtney dice and letting her make decisions for me about my life. I dread to think what sort of scrapes I would get into if I did it now but in my teens and twenties, nothing could be better and I definitely think I owe the vast majority of my ‘stories’ (like the time I jumped on stage to sing with Napalm Death, which is TOTALLY something that Courtney would do!) to her guidance.

What was it about Courtney Love that made her my icon, my hero? Isn’t that obvious? I was a wreck and so was she but while I had allowed it to cow my spirit and shut my mouth, she had transformed her misery, her rage, her pain. her despair into a force of nature that demanded attention, that commanded respect. Her anger made her strong and eventually so would mine.

It felt real too. Unlike every other pop princess of the nineties, there was never any sense that Courtney Love was pulling the wool over our eyes, simulating feelings in order to win hearts or sympathy. Pretending to be someone that she wasn’t just to be popular. In fact, ‘being popular’ was something that Courtney’s music and persona really wasn’t about at all – quite the reverse in fact. It was about being special in your own bloody, messed up, miserable, imperfect, completely mad way. It was about being yourself. It was about making mistakes and not even necessarily learning from them. It was about embracing the very worst of yourself as well as the very best.

I haven’t listened to Hole for a while but today I think I will have it all on repeat because it’s Courtney Love’s birthday, because I will always love her no matter what and because I owe her so much. She gave me my voice after all and at the same time she taught me that you don’t have to be loved or praised or pretty or thin or NICE or even happy to survive and that you don’t need anyone’s permission to be yourself, because being yourself is just fine. Better than fine in fact. It’s PERFECT.

ps. I’ve got to love that she shares my fascination with the decapitated Queens of history! In tribute to this I managed to sneak a mention of her into my dissertation about Marie Antoinette.

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15 thoughts on “What Would Courtney Love Do?

  • Jayne Whittles

    What an amazing young woman you have become despite the cards being stacked against you. It’s painful to think of you being treated in such a way and I will never understand how it’s possible for people to treat children this way….
    You have an inner strength that got you through it with a little bit of help from Courtney…

  • Leslie Carroll

    Thank you for so bravely sharing your story, Melanie. Obviously, you’ve come through the fire. Or risen through it like a phoenix. It’s a far better, and triumphant, last laugh. I’m glad you found a role model to inspire you through your darkest days. I didn’t know about Courtney Love’s fascination with decapitated queens, or I might have cut her a bit more slack when I worked with her on a movie several years ago. Her diva behavior wasted untold time that night and she acted like the background cast were dog meat, rather than working stiffs just like her who were working through the night, thanks to her selfish antics.

  • Charlene Collins

    Coming from a relatively happy childhood and loving patents, all I can say is ‘WOW’. You have gone through so much, yet chose to overcome it rather than let it overcome you. I have immense admiration for you and hope to continue to read your wonderful posts of Posh Doom and gin!!!

  • jenny

    I love your blog – thank you for sharing your pain – I truly relate – every time I hear that someone else has experienced similar pain I realize that all survivors are in this together – none of us are immune to environment we were raised in – at the same time you are such a role model – its ironic I read your blog and see your posts and often think how does she do it all? convinced so many times that I am too broken to be any good to anyone – that I could never be as successful as you are – never thinking that you had overcome so much – it just goes to show how being neglected affects one’s self image and contributes to insecurities and self worth.
    Thank you again – you brought tears to my eyes – have a wonderful day!
    On a totally different note are you all on full royal baby watch over there across the pond?

  • Justine

    Did you ever see your parents again ?

    At least your children won’t lack anything, you seem like a great mum.

    Adieu…

  • Valerie

    Thanks for sharing this, it’s very inspirational to read your story. I think you are an amazing person and am saddened that your grandparents couldn’t see your potential. I had a lovely granny who lived with my family and taught me to read at the age of about two and I think it’s absolutely appalling that your grandparents didn’t even like you! It’s great that you found a way through and we can now read books of posh doom thanks to Courtney Love :)

  • gailynne

    I would never have guessed that you had such a beginning. My admiration for you, your talent, and your accomplishments has increased exponentially. Thank you, Melanie.

  • Kate @craftsonsea

    Thankfully I had a more stable upbringing but I can still check off the babydoll dresses, stage crashing and writing on my arms in lipstick. I love Courtney, she was my rock during my teenage years too x

  • amberbernstein

    I haven’t commented on your blog before, although I read it regularly, but this post was very touching and encouraging and I wanted to say thank you for writing this. Just know that you, similar to Courtney Love, are now inspiring and empowering others with your writings, including me. I can’t begin to imagine what growing up must have been like for you, but right now I’m in a situation where I feel like I’m not appreciated and very worried about my future, and reading your blog always cheers me up so much. Thank you Melanie!

  • Michelle Stockard Miller

    Wonderful and poignant, Melanie. I hate that you went through what you did, but I applaud you for coming through with flying colors. I won’t say that I had it as bad as you, but I did encounter the bullying (it wasn’t called that back then) that would have cowed many a spirit. But I credit my perseverance and true belief in myself in helping me through. It sounds the same for you…well, and giving Courtney and her music kudos too. I’ve been a fan of her and her music for years and even when she is being maligned in the media, I never follow their lead. Like you said, “no matter what.” Speaking of her music, I have her newest CD, Nobody’s Daughter with the Marie Antoinette painting on the cover…sans head. Great album, if you haven’t listened yet.

  • Emily

    I love this post! I discovered Hole when I was 15 and fell hard. Years later, I still love Courtney Love’s music and it touches me in a way that I could not express nearly as well as you have.