Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Connect four ...

At the risk of sounding like I've been snorting Marjoram, lately I've been paying attention to the way things connect. Conversations that start with one person, and then pick up with another person. Suddenly being bombarded with scotch egg references. Seeing stray shopping carts everywhere I go. And super often, reading something and then experiencing something similar outside of the book.

Last week I was reading "Of Human Bondage" by W. Somerset Maugham and then saw a scene from it play out on "Jersey Shore."

It starts here:

Bette Davis is Mildred Rogers, who has been yanking on Philip Carey's ole heartstrings far too long. When all the dudes have ditched out and Philip is still standing as well as a person can stand on a club foot, Mildred slips into something slinky and tries to woo our drunken hero, mistaking his help for a little leftover love for her.


Meanwhile, over on the Jersey Shore, Sammi Sweetheart and her juice head gorilla have been done for the past 45 minutes. Done done. She, too, slips into something slinky and heads to the bar, stands on a table, and demands that some "HOT GUYS!" come dance with her. She proceeds to Jersey Turnpike in front of the newly de-Sammified Ronnie, who will later spend the night crying real live tears in the bungalow bathroom.

While the set ups are different, the end result is the same:

Mildred Rogers goes apeshit on Philip Carey's belongings, stabbing, tossing and lighting things on fire.

Meanwhile, over on Ocean Terrace, Ronnie retaliated by taking all of Sammi's prized possessions -- including her blow drier, her bed, her glasses and her plastic stacking crates -- demolishing them, then throwing them outside all while muttering something about "sleeping outside like a dog."

And this, my friends, is how I know that everything in the world is connected.

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