A few weeks ago, one of my kids tossed off some Simpsons line, and I made some similar quote in reply, and the students asked, “You know The Simpsons?” incredulously. I said, “Pfft! I’ve been doing the Bartman since before you jive turkeys’ parents even kissed at their eighth grade dance.”
But I can’t feel too cool because I said “jive turkey.” And it was indicated to me by my dearest friendoh who is my barometer of hip that only old people say that anymore. Thanks, Miss D!
You’re gonna fly away,
Glad you’re going my way
I love it when we’re cruising together.
Cesar Romero and Eartha Kitt get their motors runnin’.
In a kitteh-beetle.
Perfectly normal, perfectly healthy.
He can’t wait to go the theater tonight!
via retconpunch on the tumblr.
But soon….
“My parents are DEEAAAAAAAD!”
Yes, I know this makes me a terrible person.
Damn that Nan and her grooviness! Trina, you are just a doormat. Of course, it is possible to go too far in the other direction…
Whoa, Twink — how ’bout you crawl out of Jill’s butt about this? What a lady does behind closed bedroom/car/McDonalds’ restroom doors is her business.
So. Which one would you choose? And remember that things are not always what they seem; Trina could be a doormat because she has been raised according to a view of fundamentally-Biblical, sublimated femininity that also extends to keeping it on clampdown ’til after marriage, and even then, just every third Saturday and only if neither one of you enjoys it! Do you really want a lifetime of hot meals but frigid nights?
Still from Blue Velvet (1986), l to r: Laura Dern, Isabella Rossellini, and unbelievably gorgeous slice of ’80s man meat Kyle MacLachlan — three guesses who the next Hot Man Bein’ Hot of the Day is going to be.
Meanwhile, that alleged whore Jill might actually be acting out because she has been abused, and, like a kicked cat who has not been loved well enough, will just as easily cut you with a broken bottle as blow you.* She may even be one of those chicks who downs a bottle of bourbon and sleeps with your dad so you’ll beat her up, just so she can feel anything.
Ups and downs, blondes and brunettes, femmes fatales and ingenues –and which is which??– deconstruction of assumed codifications. Oh! Such a Lynchian conundrum!
Naomi Watts and Laura Harring, Mulholland Drive (2001).
*Your cat blows you, right?…right??
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