-- The Laws of Physics
When I think of those east end lights, muggy nights,
The curtains drawn in the little room downstairs,
Prima donna, lord, you really should have been there,
Sitting like a princess perched in her electric chair,
And it’s one more beer and I don’t hear you anymore,
We’ve all gone crazy lately,
My friends out there rolling round the basement floor
Someone Saved My Life Tonight
Well, remember how I found you there,
Alone in your electric chair,
I told you dirty jokes until you smiled,
You were lonely for a man,
I said, "Take me as I am,
'Cause you might enjoy some madness for awhile."
You May Be Right
Is it an irony or a truth of human nature that they could both be singing about the same woman, in theory, discarding what we know of the respective artists? People are certainly complex, and there is no accounting for either taste or perception. You never know where or when insight will blindside you. I just finished watching Wedding Crashers again. Oh, that movie is hysterical. It's a very perverse cross of romantic comedy with buddy flick that actually works. Yes, surprisingly enough, insight can come from comedy as well as tragedy.
Well, in the movie, one of the main characters, Jeremy, well-played by Vince Vaughn, is having a conversation with a priest, played by Henry Gibson. He is discussing a woman, Gloria, played by Isla Fisher, with whom he has become hilariously "entangled." Originally, he's picked her up (by crashing a wedding at which she is attending) with the intention of getting laid and then moving on. Unfortunately for him, after he's made his conquest, she tells him that he's claimed her virginity and that she's in love with him and the circumstances of the plot dictate that Jeremy is stuck with her for the near-term indeterminate future at the home of her father, who is both a ruthlessly powerful politician and fiercely protective of his daughter. Gloria really works Jeremy over -- she's been kooky and frighteningly strange and shockingly immature, clingy, pathologically needy, and on the other hand, sexually voracious and wanton in her behavior, to the point of freaking Jeremy out of his gourd. It looks like poetic justice at work here. Nevertheless, after some time in her company, Jeremy confronts her and she confesses to what is really going happening. He discovers that she wasn't really a virgin with a psychotic obsession over him, and that at least some of her freaky antics have been a head-game that she has been playing on him, with the intention of pulling his chain...and turning him on...poetic justice, indeed. Until this point, he's been both turned on and freaked out, but now that he has become suddenly aware of what is actually going down, what Gloria truly is, he's coming to find himself actually attracted to her in more than just the sense of treating her like a simple sexual diversion, and he's disturbed by that and not really sure what to make of it. He tells his flabbergasted listener:
She's good. I mean, I believed that she was a virgin and it hurts to be lied to like that. It's a horrible feeling to feel that way. But I, you know, was looking to take advantage of something, too, so could I really feel that bad? It's not like I was who I was. You know what I'm saying? So fair play. ...And let's be honest with each other here, okay? Let's put all the cards on the table. She's fit for a straight-jacket. This broad is fucked three ways towards the weekend and you want to know what? I dig it! It turns me on! Yeah, it turns me on! ...Because you want to know what the kicker is, Father? Maybe I'm a little fucking crazy! That's right, maybe Jeremy is a little nuts! And there's something about me that I'm a little coo-coo. I know, it's a surprise. I know it's not on the surface. I mean, I had a little imaginary friend when I was a kid. His name was Shiloh. We used to play checkers with each other every day, and bless his heart, Shiloh would always let me win... And that ain't normal! There's something odd in that, but maybe that's what it takes to make you feel connected to somebody. I don't know! But I know when that red-head starts getting kooky, there's something about me that feels alive inside.
As a rational man, who prides himself on a rational philosophy, that piece of dialogue hurts my brains...but it hurts my brains even more to say that I understand what the character is saying. There's something rational and logical in that pile of twisty thinking, on some level. I'm sure that it can teased out eventually, and yet I recognize certain truths in here. So what IS it about those women with that perverse left-handed spin that some of them have that attracts some of us guys? The redoubtable fearsclave has remarked upon this phenomenon himself, and confessed himself susceptible. So, the question is, are we nutz, to be hastilly ejected from the Company of Sane Men, or just conoseiurs of romanticism?
"It is the addition of strangeness to beauty that constitutes the romantic character in art."
-- Walter Pater
"There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in proportion."
-- Francis Bacon
In a completely unrelated note, the McGuffin gang have a meeting with a famous Silicon Valley personage tomorrow morning at eleven. I've taken a day of vacation to go down to San Jose to talk to this guy. If Real Men™ squealed like fan-girls, I'd be doing it. We've hit an outrageous occurrence of preparedness meets good fortune. If we interest this fellow in our project, radical things could be accomplished in frighteningly short order. At any rate, this meeting necessitated a trip to Alameda, and Peets Coffee Shop to discuss strategy, tactics, and logistics for a couple of hours, earlier this evening. The enchanting creature that works there, was there this evening, and I noticed that she has lopped a good eight or so inches off of her gorgeous mane, so that it now comes only about half way down her back. It's still very nice. Heh.