As many of you know there is a behind the scenes biffo between myself (Adam) and Flemo. At some point he decided to emasculate me be adding the word ‘Dutchess’ to my name during introductions on the show. My first reaction to this was simply not to react. I figured this little bee would get no honey from this particular jab and fly away. Time and the ‘joke’ wore on and unfortunately the neither wore out. I considered retaliation, but as I plotted, I realized I couldn’t engineer a worthy rebuttal without more information. I needed to know why he would attempt to emasculate me in the first place. Shrouded in this sweater of enigma, the truth behind Paul’s actions would would leave no weak spot unprotected. Find a single thread, and I could unravel the sweater leaving behind only the naked truth.
The first step, however, involved having to disassociate myself from the scenario. Stepping out of the ‘victim’ role, I was able to consider that perhaps, I wasn’t the cause at all. Perhaps I was mere collateral damage; an unfortunate casualty in a war I was unaware of. Perhaps the answers lie in Flemo’s mysterious past.
The first step in uncovering his past was to observe the present. What I do know is that Flemo loves music. He loves karaoke and he loves dancing at parties. Other leads turned up nothing, but looking into his past with music left one clue. The only lead was some sort of dealing with a man called Tendlar. Tendlar, it turns out was a Hollywood agent, and was related to a Dave Tendlar who worked with Famous Studios in 1947. Famous Studios produced many of the Chiquita Banana cartoons and Tendlar still had connections there. Following that lead, I learned that in 1956 Famous Studios had become Paramount Cartoon Studios. It was there, deep in the Paramount Pictures vaults that I discovered this video. It was in fact a failed audition to be the Chaquita Banana woman.
Paul’s actions are not meant to emasculate me as much as they are merely projection. A simple pointing of the finger to draw attention away from an unfortunate past encounter with a once provocative dance.
That’s why I’ve decided I can’t retaliate. To do so would only help plunge him deeper into denial of the things he loves. Instead, I shall encourage him to follow his dream, or at least be proud that he once did. Should you see him, be sure to tell him he’s was once and may well still be a good dancer.
-Adam
Oh my god I never knew I was so hot. I gotta start playing with myself more!! Thanks for showing me Dutchess. You can look but no touchy-feely.
Start playing with yourself more? Gross!