So I crashed another computer and I am unable to work on my book right now.The good news is that
Jennifer from Serendipity's Library is helping me. She is so awesome. If you're ever sitting around wondering if there is a god or not, well, what the hell do I know, it's not up to me to answer that for you, but I can tell you there is a goddess and she is
Jennifer from Serendipity's Library.
So, anyway, it is making my brain crazy not writing all day every day and I need to find a better outlet for my creativity than just taking pictures of PhotoBoy's classic GI Joe posed in funny positions with his kungfu grip.
So, today I'll borrow Oldest Daughter's laptop (normally I hate this because she's a kid and has all this weird kid crap on it and it's slow and also it doesn't have Word on it or anything so I can't work on my book although every time I turn around something beeps whirs or bings and like right now it is plugged in but says it is not and it won't hold a charge) but that's ok, I guess right now I'm a beggar not a chooser. So.... if the battery doesn't die first, I'll write a crapton of posts today and set them to autopost. Why not.
Then maybe tonight I'll look for my library card and try to go write there. It's just the thing is I get annoyed having to drive somewhere and back, whatever. The other thing is every time I lose my library card they have a terrible time finding me in the system again and I think it's because the state of Texas screwed up my last name on my driver's licence which I'm still completely bitter about and I prefer not to think about it if I don't have to.
So oldest daughter was sick the other day and since I can't write we watched Breakfast at Tiffany's, one of the all time best movies EVER although I don't think I've seen it in 10 or 20 years.
We can skim over the weird stuff, like Mickey Rooney playing a way over stereotyped Asian guy... not cool, but hey, it was made in 1961 and I'm sure some people called it lucky back then to have an Asian guy in a movie even if he was played by a white dude. #fail.
But anyway, my very favorite thing is the library scene where they go and find Fred's book and he autographs it. ThaT'S part of a fantasy I have where I want to go into a library and find my book and autograph it. And I hope there's a super rockin' librarian there who doesn't shush me and encourages me instead of yelling at me for defacing library property and being loud like I am.
So, the movie was great as always and it got me thinking about important life lessons that can be learned from Holly Go Lightly, who, by the way, IS NOT A HOOKER. If you you feel differently, while it's more or less a free country and you are certainly allowed to express your opinion, just know that you will be thereafter considered an EvilDoer and you know what can happen to EvilDoers. I heard someone say that today, that she was, and I am still traumatized by the blasphemousness of it.
So I'm gonna go off on it for a second now because here's the thing. If you ask me a hooker is someone who has sex or performs sexual acts in exchange for money. Which Holly Golightly DOES NOT DO. Ok, so I also looked up the legal definition and it concurs with ME. Paul does, however have a sugar mama and DOES have sex in exchange for money and an apartment at least until he falls in love with Holly which means Paul is a hooker but no one calls him that. Stupid double standard and misogynous societal BS.
I'll continue to rant by saying that allowing someone to buy you and your friends dinner when it is their CHOICE to do so and they WANT to and you did not ask them to does not make you a prostitute or entitle said purchaser to anything. In fact, what I think is VERY WRONG is that someone might offer to buy you dinner and then afterwards expect that that means you'll put out or whatever for them. Fuckers.
I also see no problem with Holly Golightly asking for money for the powder room, or for cab fare. 'Can I have some cash?' is a yes or no questions. People try to panhandle me all the time and I just say no. And so if she asks them and someone says yes, that was their choice although I don't think she's a panhandler, either. Who's a ho? NOT Holly.
Holly also makes it very clear that she's never been Uncle Sally's lover and I see is nothing wrong with her accepting money to keep him happy and relay the weather report. Well, ok, there's possibly some substance to the indictment at the end but I love Holly so I know the charges would never stick.
I'm still a little confused about her bank account and the book she was keeping for Uncle Sally and Fred's subsequent book, but maybe that's because I share some of Holly's financial philosophies as well as in general. For starters:
I should be saving so I can move to Mexico with my brother and raise horses by the beach. Shouldn't we all. I guess it would also be best if he doesn't go to war first, and whenever possible we should remember... run off with the future president of Brazil before we get indicted and he can't handle the scandalousness of it and and before they don't let us leave the country, yadayadayada.
If I were as rich as her, the burlesque dancer, that is, I'd be richer because I'd keep the candystore.
Yes, Holly, yes! Let's keep the candystore. Let's be smarter with our money. Let's be richer than the burlesque dancer who we know is handsomely paid.
If you haven't bought yourself or someone you love diamonds before you're 40, you can tell the snotty ass clerks who turn sentimental in the end because everything's better at Tiffany's that it is because you think it is tacky and beneath you to wear them when you're still so young.
Sleep with princess mask and earplugs and put your phone in your suitcase to mute the noise level the day after a good night out or party. If you drink milk when you wake up, it's fine to 'water' your plants with the watered down bourbon from the night before then you can drink the milk from your martini or cordial glass. It looks better and looking better can help ease you into your day.
If you're a writer and you're trying to impress a chick and tell her you write every day, even today on an old school typewriter, be sure it has ribbon in it. That's actually from Paul, but it still counts because I say it does. I learned that part from Holly.
Know you need money and what you'll do to get it. If that means you are surrounded by rats, then it's best to be aware and understand when it's time to leave because the field stinks. Speaking of rats, never accept drinks from disapproving gentlemen.
If you have one of those days and the real world, not the one you live in, and your world collide head on and you get a case of the mean reds and it's too early for Tiffany's and you have to ask someone to take you out and to not take you home until you're very drunk indeed, choose that friend wisely.
When going out, know how to hail a cab. Keep a mirror and lipstick and perfume in your mailbox for last minute primping.
If you're unattached, always know the list of the richest men (or women, whichever you're into) in America (or wherever you live) under 50 by heart, know them by their name and face. Have kick ass parties where the word gets out and men (or women) on the list show up. Leave with them before the police arrive. You'll know whether to stay with that person because you can tell exactly what kind of woman they think you are by the type of earrings they give you.
Whether you're unattached or not, most importantly, be impulsive and romantic. Spend a day with some one you care bout, spouse, friend, child, whomever.... doing things you've never done before. Take turns. Find a real life place that makes you feel as good as Tiffany's then settle in, buy some furniture and name your cat.
Have a wonderful week!
xoxoxo,
stacey