Diablo. Just... Diablo. Charles Taylor10 said:🙄 Watch Truman—it’ll help you realize that Breakfast at Tiffany's is basically semi-autobiographical, and that his "writing" was always just a job. I haven't seen the movie yet, but I'm guessing you can tell from it just how much effort went into crafting a hit novel—purely business.
She isn't a scientist, an artist, or even "at least" a singer—which, let's be honest, is barely a job anyway. 😕 And what about blues singers? Are they just "singers" too? You're generalizing here—that's why I'm asking. And she sings, if we're being technical. Moon River. 😛 Look, if she’s one of those "high society" types who gets men to foot the bill just for her company and some sex—she isn't exactly unemployed.
Look, let's call it what it is—that job has a name, and honestly, it's way tougher than being some secretary or a preschool teacher.
Honestly, I’d personally loathe those bureaucrats tucked away in their gray cubicles—you know, the ones hidden behind flimsy partitions, clocking in from 8 to 4 under the watchful eye of some miserable, soul-crushing middle manager with a permanent scowl. But then again, that’s just my take on things.
I don't have the standing to judge—so I won't.
I’ve always had a soft spot for the outsiders—the ones who don't quite fit the mold—kind of like Holly Golightly and Paul Varjak. (Forgive me if I'm off on the names; it's been ages since I actually sat down with the book or watched the movie, though I've seen it plenty of times.)
In this world we live in, love is a rare plant—and when you can't find it, shallow society and its "rules" become an easy substitute. These two vulnerable souls just took the path of least resistance because of their own baggage... which doesn't make them any less worthy of contempt. And yeah, I know they’re fictional characters—I liked the movie, but seeing those same people shoved into a real-life context and mocked... that actually bothered me.
As for Holly—this girl who basically carries the whole social scene on her back because she’s charming, sweet, and a total fashion icon—she’s actually pretty trashy at heart. Maybe even malicious, if you really look at it.👎 Just a bunch of lost souls—people struggling to find their footing, too sensitive for their own good, or carrying around baggage that'll never let them go. They’ve got great hearts, really, but they're basically dead ends. And the burnt-out ones? That’s the bottom of the barrel—just more victims looking for someone to blame.
I went off-topic—not that I really care. (Though, honestly, it feels like the topic is both anyway.)
Not trying to be mean here—just giving you my two cents on your post. It’s way too long—yeah, definitely!
On topic—the movie is great. 😍
You didn't go off-topic—you actually made some solid points. But while you're busy analyzing these literary heroes, I'm just looking at the real world. Not everyone "wastes" time for no reason. When I mentioned singers, I wasn't talking about actual professionals with talent—I meant the ones who just pick up a mic because they have nothing better to do, despite having zero musical sense or rhythm. If I'm right, there are ten times more of them than the real artists.
Honestly, that mindless worship for people who just "entertain" the rich drives me nuts—call me weird, but whatever. I’d much rather be working as a janitor or a cashier than living in some pink bubble, playing nice with wealthy people I don't even like or care about just for the sake of money, money, money. I’d honestly take a life out in the middle of nowhere, maybe raising sheep or farming—yeah, it’s grueling work, but at least it's real. Not to lecture anyone, but you can find plenty of legendary artists who created masterpieces without ever selling their souls or their partners for a paycheck. Same goes for how people look down on scientists or even basic bureaucrats. Look, someone has to do those jobs—they aren't romantic or glamorous, but they're honest and absolutely essential. Honestly? All those paintings, songs, and books aren't nearly as useful as the work of a single government clerk.
So you’re calling me jealous 🙄 — easy way out, attacking people like that. Why would I even be jealous? I can still pursue music, art, literature in my downtime... plus I actually have a job where I do something useful (which I enjoy: if I were a musician, I could teach kids and make art on the side). And yeah, sure, entertainers, artists, writers—they all do "useful" things by entertaining us for centuries, but then again, bureaucrats, cashiers, janitors, delivery drivers—they’re the ones making life livable and keeping civilization from falling apart.
And as for what you said:
"that job has a name, and I think it's significantly harder than being a secretary or a preschool teacher."
Please... what a load of nonsense... first you claim they just take the path of least resistance, then you turn around and praise their craft as some peak, grueling profession. They chose it themselves.
The whole lives of people like that are just pure melodrama—endless drama... like when that one American actress joined those Carmelite nuns. Total "drama queen"... and I honestly despise it. Honestly, Holly is the perfect embodiment of that self-importance; constant planning, daydreaming about things that don't exist, ignoring the importance of the real people who love her, closing her eyes to responsibility and reality... Holly is only charming because of the actress... it's a movie, after all. You really think someone like Pamela—you know, those girls with the overfilled lips and everything else—would be charming? And yet you're so obsessed with Holly. Give me a break.
Then there's this idea that life is hard, and you can't make it easier by taking the easy way out; you'll just end up feeling more miserable. That's the whole point of the movie... because in the end, Holly is left with nothing but that poor cat and a guy who knows he's broke but chose her anyway. That's it. That's life. It's not about dreaming of stupid diamonds, tacky sparkly dresses, champagne, caviar, and all that junk that has nothing to do with happiness. He'll still create, he'll still write, but he'll probably have to work as a journalist just to feed them, and she'll have to get a real job too... maybe they won't have any diamonds from Breakfast at Tiffany's, damn it, but they'll have each other. And then, say, she gets pregnant, and they won't even have money for diapers... jeez... 😳
