Breakfast at Tiffany’s is an ultimate classic which exudes the refreshing glamour and glitz of a romantic, innocent, naive girly lifestyle. Top Gun is the complete opposite and epitomises the male macho competitive arrogance which comes with good looks and a passion to ‘be the best’ in the air, in the gym and in the bedroom. Both contrast each other yet if the film were to become one, both characters would undoubtedly become entwined. An ‘utterly lovely’ lady vs a sexually charged, pig headed stud. They could never marry.
This is what people do though. We throw ourselves into mini flings with those who are so completely unsuitable or have six fingers or even tourettes around parents. It is car crash relationship time. You know before you have even so much as set your pair of glossy lips to the wine glass, it will turn into a slippery, icy journey where you try applying the breaks, taking your foot off the accelator and still you glide sideways into a mire of messiness and broken hearts. The worst bit being your friends, suddenly two foot taller, insisting on having those ‘I’m not going to say I told you so…but I did,’ conversations. And then you wish you’d followed your gut, but wouldn’t life be boring if we all did that?
Boring life is not. I have a civil partnership to attend shortly, after several years of a couple living together, playing together and loving together (if anyone can’t point me in the direction of a little veiled hat, do let me know). Kind of like female Ant and Decs, but so not. They should marry. Being female makes it all the more perfect. No insensitivity, hygienic weirdness and the inabilty to talk about issues. How excellent that must be, just a shame that chaps can’t be more female at times, as long as that didn’t extend to wearing my heels and dresses. Yet the rings have caused fretting. My friend has no urge for a ring particularly – she doesn’t need metal to prove anything. Her partner needs a ring the way smoked salmon needs scrambled egg and champagne. You can’t have one without the other. I’ve explained it won’t glow and attract wild horse like demons aka Lord of the Rings so finally she has given in and as you read this, she will be traipsing from Tiffany’s to Elizabeth Duke trying to find a ‘damn ring’.
Which is where Holly and Mav differ. Holly would have wanted a rock and Mav wouldn’t be branded, except by dog tags. Holly and Mav would have dated. There would have been her grace, his passion and a whirlind of social engagements where both would have sparkled. But that would have been the best of the situation. She would eventually get bored and lose her beloved Cat in the commotion of it all and he could never be the best at being lovely. Audrey and Tom, now that may have been a different story. She would have oozed class and manners while he would have worked the room with a big smile. A perfect match in my opinion and always all that is needed from a car crash fling.
