Today’s BAD MOTHER features a sure-fire technique for relating to people. Everyone try to do this on someone you know today and your life will improve, and that’s a Jeanne Guarantee (link)
Stay out of it, you say, and you storm back to your lobby to wait out the lunch break, piano wire cutting through the denim patch over your thigh. The whole time you think of how bad the instrument’s gonna sound. Worse: the rest of the instruments get their tuning from the piano, so every other instrument at the recordings will be out of tune also. Kids just learning to play will hear this recording and think the false tuning is the real one. Eventually no one on the planet will be playing in the original, correct tuning before you fucked it all up, Brian, with your arrogance and your piano wire; even the dogs are gonna start howling wrong.
In today’s BAD MOTHER: a question of responsibility of queer parents or something and a weird archaic Roy Rogers reference. HERE IS WIKIPEDIA INFO ABOUT ROY ROGERS’ HORSE AND HIS EVENTUAL FATE:
“After Trigger died in 1965, his hide was stretched over a plaster likeness and put on display at the Roy Rogers and Dale Evans Museum in Victorville, California which was relocated to Branson, Missouri in 2003, and closed in late 2009. The taxidermy work was performed by Adolph Robert (Bud) Stasche of A. R. Stasche Taxidermy, Feasterville, Pennsylvania… . After the closing of the museum in 2009, its contents were placed at public auction on July 14–15, 2010, at Christie’s auction house in New York City. Trigger’s hide sold for $266,500 to television channel RFD-TV, which plans to start a Western museum.”
The ANNIVERSARY EDITION of Bad Mother, featuring birthday cake. (link)
nickssassybakeoven asked: you are literally speaking to the biggest nick/jordan shipper in this fandom
I didn’t even know about this fandom until you just told me this and I’m SO HAPPY THIS EXISTS.
Jordan Baker/Nick Carraway fan art. Because the movie made them NOT A COUPLE, which I really regret because I like them as a couple. They are the story’s jerks!
Short movie review: sometimes the movie works really well because it makes you think about how good the book is by being really really visually faithful to the book. And sometimes they do ridiculous stuff, like making Nick ACTUALLY INSANE or changing the hateful Jewish stereotype Meyer Wolfsheim into kind of a hateful Arab stereotype (am I really off base in that? It seemed like this was what was being done.) I don’t think the movie improves the story by turning it into a Nick/Daisy/Gatsby love triangle instead of just Nick idly passing judgment in retrospect on Gatsby, and every time they try to edit/revise Fitzgerald’s prose the result is awful.
I think I’m specifically kind of offended by removing the Nick/Jordan relationship because it has this kind of queer dynamic—like it doesn’t seem so much sexual specifically as this COMMONALITY OF SOUL, where they’re both these fun jerks who think they know more than everyone around them and enjoy that they have no real illusions. Their breakup is just about Nick deciding that he really does believe in Gatsby and that he really is specifically morally disgusted by the rich folks, rather than being detached and amused for them. Their sexuality isn’t about bodies but about like, the negotiation of different intellectual vulnerabilities, which is kind of queer even if it’s technically a heterosexual relationship. So I was really bummed that they just straight up ERASED this relationship in favor of a more straightforward kind of NICK LOVES GATSBY BUT GATSBY DOESN’T LOVE NICK AS MUCH queer dynamic—props for courage, but actually much less interesting.
I WELCOME DISCUSSION ABOUT GATSBY-RELATED DISAPPOINTMENT, since I think nobody likes Nick/Jordan as much as me, maybe
THIS IS AN EVENT THAT IS HAPPENING. It’s me and Chavisa Woods reading from our books. Please come to our event! It’s JUNE 5, 2013 at Bluestockings in New York City.
You can picture the cherry of his cigarette floating in space somewhere right of his fat cheekbone, a misaligned third eye bobbing in time with the chords. His other eyes squint. His teeth grind. Are you trying to insult me, he says, shaking your skull, or Bill Evans? It’s important to me to know.