Daily Archives: April 11, 2006

There’s a rather intersting passage in an interview in Salon with writer-director Nicole Holofcener by Andrew O’Hehir on the occasion of the release of Holocener’s latest Friends with Money :

I appreciated Aaron a lot, speaking as a borderline member of that demographic myself: the straight man who many people suspect to be gay. He’s a sweet and, I think, very convincing character of a type you don’t often see in movies. I was on his side.

That’s good. You didn’t think he was gay? Or you didn’t care?

Well, I didn’t really care. I didn’t really think he was, but I also didn’t feel like it was necessary for me to know.

Yes friends, it’s that old favorite “I Don’t Care” — sung most memorably by Judy Garland in In the Good Old Summertime.

As every glbt individual knows, “I don’t care” is right up there with “The check is in the mail” and “I promise not to cum in your mouth” at the tippy-top of the All-Time Greatest Lies list.

Of course O’Hehir cares — and not just because he lacks sufficient butchness to navigate the slings and arrows of the status quo. EVERBODY cares. Not just Tom Cruise. EVERYBODY wants to know “who is” and “who isn’t” — especially now when gay has become part and parcel of the “mainstream” in ways thought impossible as little as twenty years ago. That Holofcener adds the possibility that a character might be gay as salt to her chick-flick stew is clearly there to keep pace with more adventurous fare like The Anniversary Party (with its naughty bisexual husband played by naughty bisexual Alan Cuming) and more tellingly Sex and the City with its famous “Gay Straght Man” episode.

While concieved by a straight woman, Sex and the City was quite famously wirtten by gay men — leading to the claim that it was really a gay show with straight women playing drag queens. Far be it from gender-role-besotted Americans to convieve of a world in which straight and gay peacefully co-exist, as in the great British mini-series Metrosexuality. Here it’s still an armed camp (in every sense of the term).

And on that note — take it away Judy!

“They say I’m crazy, got no sense,
But I don’t care.
They may or may not mean offence,
But I don’t care;
You see I’m sort of independent,
Of a clever race descendent,
My star is on the ascendant,
That’s why I don’t care.

I don’t care,
I don’t care,
What they may think of me.
I’m happy go lucky,
Men say I am plucky,
So jolly and care free.
I don’t care,
I don’t care,
If I do get the mean and stony stare.
If I’m never successful,
It won’t be distressful,
‘Cos I don’t care.

Some people say I think I’m it,
But I don’t care,
They say they don’t like me a bit,
But I don’t care;
‘Cos my good nature effervescing,
Is one, there is no distressing,
My spirit there is no oppressing,
Just ‘cos I don’t care.

I don’t care,
I don’t care,
If people don’t like me,
I’ll try to outlive it,
I know I’ll forgive it,
And live contentedly.
I don’t care,
I don’t care,
If people do not try to treat me fair.
There is naught can amaze me,
Dislike cannot daze me,
‘Cos I don’t care.

If I call on a friend and she’s “not in,”
Why, I don’t care,
I simply discover I need some pins,
‘Cos I don’t care;
Her feeble slight does but amuse me,
Nothing like it could induce me,
To hand it back none could induce me,
Just ‘cos I don’t care.

I don’t care,
I don’t care,
If she did mean to snub.
I’m feeling so jolly,
T’would be simple folly
To even feel the rub.
I don’t care,
I don’t care,
If I do call on her
And she’s not there.
If she can’t say “Hello,”
She’s not a good fellow,
And I don’t care.

They say my hair’s in silly style,
But I don’t care,
They but amuse me all the while,
“Cos I don’t care;
You see my hair with me’s a fixture,
And it’s color’s not a mixture,
When they call me living picture,
Surely I don’t care.

I don’t care,
I don’t care,
If my hair is not dressed swell;
I’ve got no kick coming –
It’s vastly becoming,
And suits my face so well;
I don’t care,
I don’t care,
I know that style like mine
Is mighty rare.
So no one can “Phase” me,
By calling me “Crazy,”
‘Cos I don’t care.

So roll out the gangway
‘Cos I’m Eva Tanguey
And I don’t care!”