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Tuesday, January 4, 2011

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F/M/K: Dustin Hoffman, Jack Nicholson, Warren Beatty


Julie: Where do we start, Natasha?? How do we begin? There is no origin story for this triad, there is only legend as it has always existed: a solstice, a sword in a stone, a shadow on concrete getting longer, shifting its angle but always there, every day, from when you could first notice shapes that bodies made on the ground when they were lit by the sun.

Three kings, as it goes this time of year, are under consideration, and all three are mighty, formidable, ‘70s men of the revolution.

I’ll start with Jack Nicholson, and OF COURSE I would fuck him. Any era, any age, any weight, even with Bucket List hair. What am I, stupid?

Look, I could sit here, on my cat’s favorite chair with my laptop on a throw pillow between my legs and tippity type onto my dumb-dumb screen that “I’d marry Jack Nicholson.” But what exactly would that do, besides advertise to the internet that I’m every bit as out of touch with reality as Second Lifers? Fantasy footballers? World of Warcraft players? Is that still a thing? Don’t tell me, please — I’m begging you, stop moving your lips.

Where in any narcissistic psychotic construction of reality could I posit, even hypothetically, that I’d be the one who’d get Jack to marry her? That I’d be more successful at the impossible than Anjelica Huston? I’d be dumb to try. It’s like when parents, two generations ago, knew to discourage their children from foolhardy career aspirations. They were fresh enough off the boat to force Jacob Jr. to learn a trade instead of encouraging him to pursue his all-consuming love of dance. And it served Jake well into his future to know what stars he shouldn’t have bothered to extend an elegant, Black Swan wing toward. It’s the same way with Jack. You can’t marry him, so there’s no point wanting to.

But you don’t really want to marry him. If you think you do, you’re due for a long, serious heart-to-heart with your brain and your vagina to make sure one isn’t making the other stupid, or sick with vertigo. Because all of what Nicholson represents — when he’s not acting like Daddy, because I know that can be confusing, Brainpussy — signifies kinetic, maniacal, deviant, and revolutionary genius. And that is all stuff you put between your legs, not into your Crate & Barrel registry fantasies. Admittedly, sometimes that star stuff gets past your cervix and into your brain stem to rot it from the inside out with dirty magic fungus, but by then your girlfriends have ideally intervened and deleted his number from your phone — so, it almost doesn’t matter.

Jack is a paragon; a pentagram. His backhanded role in Hollywood mythology is that of the GREAT FRIEND, which is something you say about men who are always there for other men — in this case, other legends/villains. When Robert Evans needed his house back. When Brando died. When Roman needed a place to rape that girl.

Men are the ones, including his Beatty-Friend-Foreves, to whom he is still, and always will be, available. Come by, he’ll tell you about dropping acid with the Monkees. He’s got all kinds of stories about Roger Corman. Do you want to know the one about how he thought his mom was his sister and his grandparents were his parents, until they all died and he finally got set straight? Or maybe you’d like to know who his real father is. Well, that makes one of you, because Jack doesn’t give a FUCK.

Nicholson is such an iconic avalanche, such a menacing, Dionysian pillar of familiarity and status that even his ripoffs have grown into elders. Christian Slater? Sure, fine. James Spader? Sort of? Also, fine. More than fine — great. The guy from high school you still have dreams about boning while your boyfriend is out of town, because even your subconscious is a guilty pile of garbage? He too owes the semiotics of his eyebrows to Jack’s, and he didn’t even play the astronaut who showed up at the hotel for Shirley McClaine in Terms of Endearment. Jack is paid to pretend to be the Guy Who Shows Up. The Man who Wants to Be a Better Man. But in real life, he still has the luxury of being the dissipating legend who does what he likes.

There is Mick Jaggerness in Jack — a rock star essence that, compounded with electrocuting charisma and the ability to play different shades of dark, is actually poisonous. There was something bizarrely on the nose about his role in The Departed — all open robes and dildo brandish. That’s who Nicholson is. Not a very subtle character — half cranky veteran and half unbridled kid with a viper in his open boxers. Baby New Year and Father Time all in one, with the untethered new values of the sexual revolution coursing through his veins along with the untrappable, undefineable markings of whatever cool has always meant and always will mean.

He's the man you ride while you can, and get your asshole bleached for. You enjoy his stories and pretend you’re one of his guy friends, or the girl who can hang with those, as though there has ever been one who blends successfully or proves herself an exception. But you never, ever, count on Jack to be around for any longer than it takes for you to be left wanting more, handling the truth — this guy was never yours, and never could be. He’s never been yours. He’s barely just learned to be his own. So forget it, girl. It’s Chinatown.

Let’s move onto Dustin Hoffman, because I’m about to make my Jewish parents very happy. I would marry Dustin Hoffman, and it’s not just because he is a Jew. It is because he is THE JEW.

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46 Comments / Post A Comment

bunB

This is my favorite feature on this site. So, so good. Can you guys host a sleepover and we can play this all night?

inbed

agreed, bunB! invite me too!
jill
http://inbedwithmarriedwomen.blogspot.com

Bonnie Downing

I'm off to laminate the paragraph Julie wrote containing the phrase "dirty magic fungus," and then keep in my wallet for frequent and much-needed reference.

Edited because also: "Women love charm more than they love safety" (needlepoint? bumper sticker?)

Am now ashamed to admit I never read this feature before, and only for the dumb reason that I've always found all celebrities and for that matter, all people I don't know, too abstract to be attracted to. Because really that is the point of this feature, right? To really consider and really seriously choose and commit to that choice. Duh.

Julie Klausner

That and treating men like meat.

beatrice

F: Warren Beaty
M: Dustin Hoffman
K: Jack Nicholson
EASY.

HereKitty

This is the first time I've disagreed with both Julie and Natasha, but yes, yes, yes!

Bittersweet

Yes three more times! Although the prose Julie and Natasha tossed out there on this one practically made me dizzy. Love it madly even when I disagree.

Barbara Gordon

Another concurrence here, so long as Dustin lets me call him Benjamin throughout our whole marriage.

Oliver St. John Mollusc

I agree with Beatrice, and I want in on this slumber party!

Caitlin

"Panty-dissolving fuck spell" sent me into convulsive giggles.
Thanks for this once again.

Luckier

Likewise "liquidates your chonies."

MoonBat

I'm going with Julie's exact choices, and that is despite the fact that I agree totally with Natasha, ESPECIALLY about the Fockers garbage. Warren Beatty is just NOT HOT enough to marry. Maybe if I'd met him in person, I could get past that girly face, but nope.

All that being said, thank you thank you thank you both for the amazing music you make with your words, reading your articles is totally the best skull-fuck EVAH.

Julie Klausner

<3 a good skull-fuck

karion

I nodded along the whole way through Julie's analysis - agreeing with every damn word - then completely jumped aboard NVC's ship.

It was the Beatty story, of course - I know that kind of electricity. It feels good to again agree with NVC on such matters, especially after that whole Bourdain unpleasantness.

All that aside, this is some of the best stuff on the innertubes and I thank you both richly for it.

Natasha Vargas-Cooper

On my ship we wear sexy sailing hats.

petejayhawk

I want to join your ship's crew, please.

Edith Zimmerman

I'm going to go crazy and say F: Beatty, M: Nicholson, and K: Hoffman. Whatever, if I marry him that means we're married, and then I can be like "fuck you, we're married, it happened, relax, let's see where this goes."

MoonBat

Hahaha, I'm going to go crazy and take that cute feral badger home as a pet...Whatever, if I take him home that means he's my pet, and then I can be like "fuck you, you're my pet, it happened, relax, STOP FUCKING BITING ME!!!"

Edith Zimmerman

HAha. "Fuck you, you're my pet."

Molly Lambert

Zimmerman's got a point, topping Jack Nicholson is the American dream. And he's got sexual fantasies about Eleanor Roosevelt, so you know it's kind of his dream too.

fairlyalarmed

Jesus you guys, these keep getting better and better. Jesus.

Katie Walsh

Julie's passages on her fuck choice are the highlight of my WORLD.

Natasha Vargas-Cooper

Julie's Passage on her Fuck Choice is a good Lifetime movie title!

Julie Klausner

Craig's List KILLAH!!!!!

Katie Walsh

Fuck Choice sounds like a great name for your ship, Natasha!

mytie

F: Hoffman
Cute, secretive, smart enough to know when to go away, nice enough to kindly let you know when you should.

(I cannot accept that his name is Dustin. Dustins were born between 1978 and 1982, have gold hoop earrings, and use Sun-In.)

M: Jack
Because F (obviously), and if it comes to K, it will definitely be ruled a crime of passion that comes with a reduced sentence.

K: Beatty
There is just something too pretty and pre-fab about Warren. He's a McMansion and his picture is in the frame you just bought. And his charms would make me feel like a flattery-prone floozy. Which I am, but I like to be reminded of that as infrequently as possible.

Natasha Vargas-Cooper

OMG!!! Sun In!!!!! 'Dusty'

mytie

Dude's so Dusty, he's Dirty.

Jackfan1988

you are right about the Dustin thing. I have a cousin named Dustin, we call him Dusty, and he was born in 1982.

kpartyawesome

CAN THESE BE MORE FREQUENT?? We need it.

Molly Lambert

I hate to admit it, but I think being married to Warren Beatty would be a singularly painful experience. Dude has never learned to share a stage.

Molly Lambert

I almost feel like Jack would make a better husband, or at least would be more able to own up to being a dick. Beatty just seems like he would gaslight you into feeling shitty all the time. Or at least that is what my careful parsing of Madonna's 1992 album Erotica has lead me to believe.

katiechasm

Dustin Hoffman is so, so pretty.

splashalemon

I bet Beatty barfs up his Friskies and then licks his left buttock after sex.

Jackfan1988

I couldn't agree more with this article. I've had the biggest crush on Jack Nicholson for the past couple of years so def agree there. Dustin Hoffman seems so perfect for marriage. Warren Beatty...never liked him much anyways. Lol.

solipsister

JK, though I completely disagree with your choices, I bow with awed reverence at your brilliant analysis; in fact I worship at the lap of your dirty genius.

Setec Astrology

Weighing in late (both date-wise and time-wise) to compliment you on nailing the "terrifying emptiness" of Michael Pitt...

samjohn4810

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Meller

Hahaha, I'm going to go crazy and take that cute feral badger home as a pet...Whatever, if I take him home that means he's my pet, and then I can be like "fuck you, you're my pet, it happened, relax, STOP FUCKING BITING ME!!!"...what is an accredited online mba program?

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