Flaming Truths.

oh look, it’s the roaring 20s.

Y’know, the first few times I encountered the story of The Great Gatsby, I considered Daisy the evil villain. Here she was with this doting man who went to extreme lengths to love her and insure her happiness. And before that, just to get her attention. And from the start, she was hesitant. (yes, I know she was goin‘, but we’ll get there.) But all things considered, I understand her now.

I’d like to dedicate this next segment to all my Gatsby’s out there.

Sit down and get comfy, old sport, I’m about to read you for filth.

We will start with the men that truly move like Mr. Gatsby. I’m talking the ones that already had the girl, bombed it and hunt her down to make their return. Why is it that when you are a thousand percent comfortable in the life you have created without them, the “right person wrong time” guy begs for his alleged spot back? (this also applies to that guy that’s still around but doesn’t quite have you like he used to.) These men will jump through hoops to get your attention again, promise to give you the world, promise to marry you; and for what? Jay Gatsby let Daisy go, then purposely moved across the bay from her shining a green beam across the water, and throwing the most elaborate parties, just to reel her in. (how romantic!) He had his chance in the beginning and he fumbled it. That woman moved on. She was married, built a life of her own, and here he comes, begging for his bitch back.

but he really lov-

Dearly beloved, please do not make me ball your lips up. Jay Gatsby did not feel like he loved Daisy so much that he had to get her back, until he felt like she was out of grasp. THAT is my problem with said complex. I know, I know, men love the chase (blah, blah, fucking blah), but they are terrible hunters. How is it in anyway fair for the “hunter” that caught you, kept you for a bit, and rereleased you into the wild; to be the same one working their fingers to the bone to capture you again? Daisy did not seek Jay out, he schemed his way back into her bubble. He waited until they were well into life to promise her the life they could’ve had together already.

Men today love this trope (it may not be all, but you know who you are). And while I would love to blame their mothers or their underdeveloped fucking brains, I will not make assumptions on who, or what, is to blame exactly. I will simply hold them accountable. Therefore, I have some questions. Don’t worry they’re rhetorical (but completely open ended, if you’d like to indulge me).

1. What is it that is the most alluring part about a woman who moved on, after you let her go?
2. Do you think the (presumably) false promises you sell said woman, are palatable and feel good going down?
3. Why come back? Were the streets cold or something?
4. Did you honestly think that she would drop everything, swear off men, lock herself in a cage and wait for you? Or are you just straight up fucking delusional?
5. What fucked up part of the brain makes you promise marriage to a woman that you have not even committed to, in what I like to call a basic “starter” relationship? If you weren’t unaware, talk is cheap.
6. Has your mother not raised you for better?

I won’t poke any further, as I’d like to let those simmer.

So Daisy’s just…innocent?

Please. Daisy is not without sin. But, her sins are not Mr. Gatsby’s, and Mr. Gatsby’s are not hers. (except for that nasty, undeniable, adultery charge they hold together.) By that, I mean, everyone played a role in the cesspool of chaos that is, The Great Gatsby.

Daisy’s sins? Staying in a loveless marriage instead of poisoning her cheating husband’s dinner when she realized how unhappy she was, and moving forward with her life. (this should go without saying, but please do not try this. you are dumb and it is no longer 1920. you will get caught and they will lock your ass up.) But truly, Daisy’s sin was falling into Gatsby’s snare….and enjoying it enough to bask in his world of delusion. Gluttony. Taking it all because she thought she could have it all. All-the-while, she knew.

Daisy knew from the start that she did not want to be with Jay. To leave her husband, the life she has built; for a man that had left her once already. But it felt good to be wanted and he was someone familiar. She was on top. She was simply playing his game. And as many games of that caliber go, it got way out of hand. Fast.

To my Daisies out there, I understand the allure of playing their games as they present them to you. Truly, I do. They think we’re fucking morons, and we know they’re fucking morons. So we play along, in an attempt to beat them at their own design. (But, I must hold your hand gingerly when I say this.) Their games are never designed for you to win. You may think you’re their opponent in the game, but au contraire, my friend. You aren’t seen as their opponent. You’re a trophy, a center piece to be shown off on the mantle, to their true opponents; other men. Sure, they offer all the feel-goods during their time trying to “win you back”. But does it last? If they’re back for the right reasons, it will.

I’ll let you sit on that one for a while. (absolutely no Diddy.)

**please understand this is by no means, me saying that you should not play into them and get yours (whatever yours may be). Just make sure to see things as they are, not how you hope they’ll be.**

is that it?

Before I turn you loose, I have one more little message to deliver.

To all of you who love bomb straight out the gate, your first time around:

Please don’t ever think you’re exempt. You’re getting your own segment, live and in stereo. pinky promise.

sleep tight.

talk soon.