Basket Case

I have always been a fan of Little Red Riding hood and it's various incarnations. I was fascinated and traumatized by the Neil Jordan film In The Company of Wolves at a very young age. (Thanks Mom, sincerely.) The movie is really a masterpiece and I will never forget the final sequence. Ta Da:



The brilliant interpretation of Little Red Riding Hood in Sondheim's Into The Woods:



And my favorite. This song made me understand why the american musical is a great thing and the potential power of the genre. It's just the audio, but well worth a listen. (What does this have to do with vegan weight loss? I'm getting there...sort of.)



And finally...

I couldn't find a clip of it which is a travesty but the Buffy Episode Helpless, (season three, David Fury I'm pretty sure) has really amazing red riding hood imagery. Kind of genius.

So anyway... Two nights ago I was waiting for the bus when a stranger came around the partition and said good night to me. He seemed to me to be a little bit crazy and homeless. In the city though, sometimes it is hard to distinguish crazy/homeless from really friendly and a minimalist. Either way, he was on the fringe. I said good night and smiled back. He was actually physically taken aback and told me what a beautiful smile I had. I said thank you and reflexively smiled again. He told me I was SO beautiful and that mine was a hollywood smile.

Hollywood Smile?! Are you neither crazy nor homeless but actually a magical mind reading nymph? I want to make a living as an actress, stop peering into my soul! This is the kind of compliment that really hits a nerve with me, and the kind of compliment I am wary of because they tend to come to me from men who live very near if not beyond the outskirts of sane,functional society.

I fought my impulse to nod and smile again. He might never leave then. I also didn't want to be a bitch because he seemed totally genuine and most likely harmless. (Just like the wolf in Red Riding Hood...THEME EMERGING!)

It turned out I didn't have to worry because he sensed my discomfort, ambivalence, whatever it was and proceeded to demonstrate better social skills than many a man I know who lives well within the confines of mainstream society. He assured me once more how beautiful I was, said a final good night and walked on.

I imagined all the pictures of myself smiling that I hate. I like the quality of my smile but mostly I think it makes me look fat by making my eyes look squinty and that my gums are unattractive. I used to avoid smiling with my teeth like the plague. (Thanks again Mom...) As I promised myself that I would be less self-critical and more self-accepting who should reappear from down the block but the eccentric traveler himself?

Of course he was crazy. These are the people who love me, but instead of asking me to come to his house so he could paint me with a horsey or murdering me he said...

"I don't have much but...", and handed me the basket he was carrying. "Take this to remember this moment." I took it and thanked him after making sure he didn't need it. He left and I waited for the bus. It is a simple basket, like a picnic basket with an open top. It immediately brought to mind Little Red Riding hood and I remembered wanting one like it as a child. I also thought of my Mother; who as a young woman travelled around England casually wearing velvet cloaks and carrying a basket instead of purse. Men wrote poems about her that are actually good. She is cool in a way I don't really comprehend.

I think I will always remember that moment. I think it might continue to affect me and open me up. When I think of it I will try to let go of old associations, like that men who tell me I'm beautiful statistically have to be creepy and should be avoided for my own well being. I will prepare myself for the truth that losing weight and being more present in my life will affect how people interact with me. I will operate under the assumption that old meanings are just that and no longer apply. I will try not to be completely freaked out by this.

At the bottom of this angelfire site (omg it's 2002) you can find the full text of the poem from In The Company of Wolves. It appears at the end of the Charles Perrault version of the story which does not include a heroic rescue by the woodsman. Oh real fairy tales! I love how dark and creepy you truly are!

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Thank you Martin Blank. I think your ability to transform has always inspired me. And scared me a little.