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capri0mniLast evening, I wrote (under a locked post):
And, almost as soon as I wrote that, I realized that all those years in my late teens and early twenties (when I was venturing out of my parents' world, and still in contact with other people on a daily basis), I'd been mistaken. Back in the day, when I was watching those sentimental love stories, I was taking it at face value that I was being entranced by the idea of such an artist type falling in love with me -- and it wasn't until I wrote it out, in a half-sleep state, that instead of wishing for the hero, I was identifying with the hero.
Oh, Subconscious, you tricksy rascal! Twenty years later than I could have actually used that knowledge... Why I oughta ...!
*Checks -- maybe not Every, but close:
Buzzy Bellow / Edwin Dingle (1945) -- Nightclub entertainer / "bookworm" (geek); Walter Mitty (1947) -- a writer of pulp fiction; Hobart Frisbee (1948)-- A music professor[ Georgi (1949) -- a song/dance man for a medicine show; Jack Martin (1951) -- a caberet entertainer; Hans Christian Andersen (1952) -- writer, again; Jerry Morgan (1954) -- vaudville vantriloquist; Hubert Hawkins (1955) -- ex-carnival dancer turned minstrel, turned jester. ...And so forth. His full filmography is here (I'm hungry, and tired of typing)
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And this is why even good rom-coms are like psychological Chinese Restaurant food: make me feel all happy and rosy while I'm watching them, but leave me depressed and lonely an hour later... Especially when the hero is a creative/artistic outcast, such as Danny Kaye so often played [Did he play a performer / actor in every one of his movies?],* because that's the character type I most often identify with, myself...
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And, almost as soon as I wrote that, I realized that all those years in my late teens and early twenties (when I was venturing out of my parents' world, and still in contact with other people on a daily basis), I'd been mistaken. Back in the day, when I was watching those sentimental love stories, I was taking it at face value that I was being entranced by the idea of such an artist type falling in love with me -- and it wasn't until I wrote it out, in a half-sleep state, that instead of wishing for the hero, I was identifying with the hero.
Oh, Subconscious, you tricksy rascal! Twenty years later than I could have actually used that knowledge... Why I oughta ...!
*Checks -- maybe not Every, but close:
Buzzy Bellow / Edwin Dingle (1945) -- Nightclub entertainer / "bookworm" (geek); Walter Mitty (1947) -- a writer of pulp fiction; Hobart Frisbee (1948)-- A music professor[ Georgi (1949) -- a song/dance man for a medicine show; Jack Martin (1951) -- a caberet entertainer; Hans Christian Andersen (1952) -- writer, again; Jerry Morgan (1954) -- vaudville vantriloquist; Hubert Hawkins (1955) -- ex-carnival dancer turned minstrel, turned jester. ...And so forth. His full filmography is here (I'm hungry, and tired of typing)
