To perform like a "star," to steal the show, and to party with the "Gods"... take the stage, do the dance, and invite yourself.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Here Comes Your Man
While I love seeing Joseph Gordon Levitt pretend he doesn't really know how to sing in this clip, I'd like to focus more on the message of the song by the Pixies (a band I love, though I've never attempted the haircut).
Exterior Shot--Chain Restaurant (because two people who never frequent chains find themselves in a suburb). Two tall, distinguished, passionate artists walk into the joint to get lunch.
Pan to: Close up of seating hostess. She watches couple approach, she sizes up the two of them, she's immediately attracted to the male.
Hostess: Welcome to this awesome Chain Restaurant. We are so glad to have you here. Please follow me."
Batting eyelashes, quick look up and down his body, and back to his eyes again.
"Wow, sir, you're really, really tall. That must be so nice for you to be so tall. How tall are you, Sir."
Man: 6' 4"
Hostess: My, my, my. So tall.
Woman: Yes, isn't he? I'm tall too. We really love being tall.
Hostess: not wanting to acknowledge woman exists, but glancing over and saying with disinterest, "Oh? how tall are you?"
Woman: 6 foot. It's such a great height. I'm really fond of it.
Hostess: Well, must be so nice for you to have found a tall, strong man. Hold on to your man, you're pretty lucky to be with him.
Man and Woman debate inwardly whether or not to point out everything wrong with what this woman just said, but decide to not launch a verbal tired on the naive, young seating hostess at a chain restaurant in California who believes that a woman must "hold on to a man" and is worth more if she has one. Instead, they just smile and nod.
Man: Ouch. Did you see what she just did to you?
Woman: Yep. Apparently, I'm the lucky one. I'm the one who needed a man. I'm the one who better not let you go, or it will be my loss. That's a Lifetime movie waiting to be made yet again.
Note to reader.This man is NOT my man. He never has been and never will be. He is, however, a dear friend, and one who thinks similarly to myself.
Man: Yes, see, how come I couldn't have been the lucky one? How come I couldn't have been told not to let you go? Or how nice it must be to be with someone who is as tall as you are?
Note to reader:We love this man. He is one of our dearest friends. His ability to even talk about this with me is one of the reasons why.
End Scene (for now, but this happens on more than one occasion. It also happens that every woman that has ever seated this man and myself at a restaurant has practically slipped him her phone number. It doesn't matter if we're holding hands or making out between our sushi, they still do it. Dear Women--wtf?)
It's an interesting thing to notice, in my life, that I am never quite seen as fully complete, adult, fulfilled, and utterly blissed out on joy if I do not have a man in my life. This is a reality that many of the women around me adopt. This is a reality that I refuse to adopt. This is a reality that I want to eradicate from the deepest marrow of my bones. This happens and I wish it didn't. It really, really gets old. /Rant.
I'm a traveling super nova...living, working, loving, and breathing. I love the way a good Scottish accent sounds, I love singing in the kitchen while I cook, I dream in iambic pentameter (a side effect of all the Shakespeare plays I have directed), my favorite book shops are in Paris and Boston. I am trying to learn the art of feng shui. I like gratitude.