4. James Dean.
Here we are, looking at each other not look at each other.
I go to the Chateau Marmot. I sit in the lobby and watch wanna-be-actresses all afternoon.
Old Hollywood: where men were manlier, the women were womanlier.
You can only catch a yawn from someone that you like. (The same is true for sneezes.)
We don’t need a new Marilyn, we had the old Marilyn and that ended tragically. Why are we romanticizing that?
If you want to to introduce Star Wars to a new generation, let them watch A New Hope like the goddamn rest of us did.
I know that was the right advice to give (almost every dating book I’ve ever read confirms that this “playing hard to get” mess works), but I wanted to stab those words as they were coming out of my mouth like after-birthday-party balloons.
Whenever I see a particularly diverse group of friends, I make cynical, outdated references to the Burger King Kids Club. Well, this one makes me feel old and kind of racist.
“That guy’s gotta stop. …He’ll see us.”