While the title of this blog "Verbal Intercourse" has enough pith to go without explanation, some may wonder why I chose the moniker Bimbo Savant for all things considering my "Love, Sex and Relationshits"escapades.
Like much of what I divulge in my work, I cannot take sole credit for this creativity. One of my favorite writers, Erica Jong, mentioned somewhere in her book on and about writing, Seducing the Demon: Writing for my Life: [paraphrasing here] "Words belong to everyone."
This statement is a constant reminder of the "writer's toolbox" (a notable term coined by Stephen King in his similar effort On Writing: a Memoir of the Craft) that the writer must always hone through inspiration (reading : writing as teaching : learning).
I am a consummate quoter of films.
The term Bimbo Savant comes from two films, the 1988 Oscar winning film Rain Man staring Dustin Hoffman and the then not-so-creepy Tom Cruise; and the turn of the century romantic comedy, Love & Sex, with brilliant actors Famke Janssen and Jon Favreau.
It is a bittersweet love story, and arguably one of my favorite films. It's the story of a writer writing for a women's magazine and her effort to write a glossy and journalistic story about the plight and delight of love and the importance of sex (sound familiar?).
Without going into details, the film is completely brilliant in every respect, from writing to art production, including some stunning and hilarious cameos the likes of Cheri Oteri and more. It is highly recommended and the entire film is available on Youtube.
I have stolen many lines from this film and rearranged the words for my own situations. For example, my exboyfriend, the German American Virgo with the Prince Albert: We got around to saying "I cheese sandwich you" - a reputable quote from the film in the context of enduring love and the words "I Love You" loosing their intensity when you are with someone for such a long time. As they are eating cheese sandwiches on a park bench, laughing, talking about the future (surely the beginning of the relationship), they agree that this comedic way is better. After a while, and after mentioning how drab and obligatory I thought the statement "I Love You" was/is, me and the Fireman Prince Albert German American Boyfriend Fuckbuddy With The Racist German Mother decided to say "cheese sandwich" as a continuation of this joke, and some sort of effort to get us to laugh more (something more times than most missing from my relationships - laughter, that is).
There are other things I have stolen (case in point and the MO of this post forthcoming) - Fovreaus's character also comes up with a bit about forbidden, impossible, intense, complicated, crazy love:
"I mean, I can't even be around you. You're sitting here and you're like this incredibly juicy ham sandwich that I just want to stuff in my mouth and I can't because, like, my lips are sewn shut."
I used the latter portion of this line when I "ended" a multifaceted emotional affair with this crazy and amazing Scorpio, after time and time again trying to somehow let go of each other. It was a kind of really magical moment, and it sealed the deal on our agreement that there is no way to make impossible possible, despite the passion that was seething between us. Also, this was one of the many reasons I left The Husband and came to Europe.
All of these aforementioned characters in the story of my life are chronicled in past posts here:
The second link is to my once private blog (UNTIL TODAY) entitled The Darker Side that I used for all the darker elements of my existence, mostly including indiscretions with married men and all that stuff I couldn't "write like no one is looking". I no longer need the shackles of autonomy, so please enjoy this blog as I will be posting some nasty stuff there in the future.
Now, getting to the point.
I was the youngest of three children, the nerd (my brother and sister both star athletes). I became a star athlete too, but nobody noticed. Anyway, long story less long, I was the smart one and was poised to enter university on the accelerated gifted and talented (#stuffwhitepeoplelike) until I had to move schools, from Maryland to New Jersey, right around the time I was taking care of my father. He encouraged me to do this and stressed the importance of education. I could not find a program in Maryland to help (Prince George's County is not known for its excellence in school systems) so I had to head back to Jersey with Mom. My father died shortly after and it slowed down my progress a bit.
The first book I read as soon as I learned to write just after Kindergarten was The Stand by Stephen King. Needless to say, my ambition continued superfluously from then on.
But this ass, this frame, this body - it is deceptive and alluring, so my street and book smarts combined has molded me into the smart, sexy hardass that I am today. But I've always been bad at math. Hence the name.
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bimbo |ˈbimbō| (also bimbette |bimˈbet|)
noun ( pl. -bos) informal
an attractive but empty-headed young woman, esp. one perceived as a willing sex object.
ORIGIN early 20th cent. (originally in the sense [fellow, man] ): from Italian, literally ‘little child.’
savant |saˈvänt; sə-|
a learned person, esp. a distinguished scientist. See also idiot savant .
ORIGIN early 18th cent.: French, literally ‘knowing (person),’ present participle (used as a noun) of savoir.
noun ( pl. idiot savants or idiots savants pronunc. same)
a person who is considered to be mentally handicapped but displays brilliance in a specific area, esp. one involving memory.
ORIGIN late 20th cent.: French, literally ‘learned idiot.’