I got involved in a forum thread that got into talking about gay marriages, transsexuals competing in the olypmics, yada, yada, yada… you know the drill. So all this jibber-jabber inspired me to rewatch the movie, “I Shot Andy Warhol“. An excellent movie on the level that it contains a piece of Americana from the late 60s. The first time I saw it was when I lived in Marquette, MI. I saw it with a young naive local “Yooper” girl.
Fun paragraph, I changed direction three times. Andy would be so proud.
Let us flashback shall we… So I have this new neighbor, probably fresh out of high school going out on her own for the first time. Being the good neighbor (33 years old at the time), I ask if she wants to rent a movie and watch it with me. We live in a converted “mansion”. I am lucky to live in a one bedroom apartment and she is living in one of the lofts. She agrees, and we walk to the movie rental place only a couple blocks away. She is very non-committal on what movie to watch. So I ask her if she wants to watch something “artsy fartsy”. She agrees (fool). I pick out “I Shot Andy Warhol”, not knowing fully what the movie is all about. But Andy Warhol is definitely an “artsy fartsy” kind of guy, so off we go.
So we go back to my place and we watch this movie in my living room. As I mentioned above, I liked the movie. But for those of you with at least some scruples, a movie about a militant lesbian is not (a) a first date movie, (b) a chick flick. She just stared wide eyed, dumbfounded, and well, politely through the entire movie. She did not speak a word during the showing. The instant the movie was over, she stood up and said, “I have to go and work out, it’s something I have to do.” I say OK. We politely say our good byes and she leaves. She did seem shaken.
I am thinking it was 3 or so days later, her family was helping her move out. Later, talking with my landlord, apparently she moved to Florida to live with a relative there. She skipped out on rent, payments on some antiques she purchased, and she left with the lamp I loaned her.
She certainly has an anecdote about me, and I certainly have an anecdote about her. Ah, my naive Yooper lass.
Just for my own logging, I biked 18 miles today… while biking, I saw a guy playing/raping bagpipes on the rocky shores of Lake Superior. I think I heard the Star Wars theme in there somewhere. What?