I think it was my friend the comedian TK who first brought this to my attention. In the movie To Have and Have Not, loosely based on the Hemingway long short story with the same title and pretty much nothing else in common, the piano player character Cricket played by Hoagie Carmichael not to be confused with Stokely Carmichael warrants more attention than most including me are wont to give. He has for black and white film the peacock flair in his haberdashery and his mannerisms and almost mystical intuition about the other characters to make him a veritable chick magnet in the real world if not in the childish world of film's conception.
Now there are some who object to using words like chick or bird or broad for women, and others who might ask, Why wouldn't Old Hoagie be attractive to men also? Wasn't it a man who pointed all this out to you? I don't know a lot about the man Hoagie Carmichael, and next to Bogie and Bacall, I have to confess I hadn't noticed him consciously until he was pointed out to me in detail, the striped shirt and arm garters, the subtle smirks and soft-spoken Jedi spiel. Who was he to Hecuba, and Slim to none?
Nevertheless he was a chick magnet, and when I think about it, he improves other films. The Kirk Douglas movie Young Man With His Horn is certainly a film worth watching much because of his, Hoagie's, presence. But getting back to the whole inappropriateness of some words and behaviors, I just want to add I have never been able to forgive the fact Mark Twain aka Samuel Clemens did not appreciate, no, hated the novel Pride and Prejudice. What kind of human doesn't get that Jane Austen is likely the greatest genius in literature and Pride and Prejudice bears evidence to the subconscious miracles of human creativity and insight into human nature? How can anyone not find and follow that?
The evidence is also there in the song featured in To Have and Have Not, a song, I believe written both tune and words, by Hoagie, Am I Blue, which starts apparently in a heterosexual world from a woman's persona and then presumably switches to a man's: "...if each plan with your man done fell through" to "Now she's gone away, rooo! baby, am I blue!" Some day I shall sing this for you, and you will be impressed because I do a beautiful rendition.
But frankly I would like for Mark Twain aka Sam C. to be alive so I could tell him what I think and then slap him not unlike my older nephew's longing for dinosaurs to be alive so he could hunt them, though less lethal. Neither of these desires in any way undercuts the excellence of either the dinosaurs or Twain. I feel having violent ideations towards extinct creatures is permissible. It is not only possible but demonstrably so that a person, moi-meme aussi (or is it Aussie?), can admire what is noble and great while also decrying and even in petty moments belittling what is not so great in anything including a person or a species. In fact, as was so well put by another, The good men do is oft interred with their bones. So let it be with Shakespeare.
I have lost track of where I was going with this but I do hope it encourages others including those reading now to look in your library and write. That is, get thee to a repository of information and review or see for the first time firsthand things I have referenced here likely beyond your ken and draw your own conclusions and come to other notions of your own, and if I had my druthers, I be there looking over your shoulder figuratively the whole time until you felt inclined to slap or even hunt me, living or extinct. I'll put another shrimp on the barbie and slip into something more comfortable like a carb coma while I wait somewhere stopping for you if my present gift is not fetching enough for your coming attractions.
