inspiration #22 : a discarded subplot.
returning to the long-lost draft of my teenage years…I had a weird, puritanical idea that Francesca should be relatively innocent regarding, of all things, alcohol. yeah. she sucks dick like a champ but she’s never done tequila shots. riiiiiight. and on the flip-side of that coin, Paolo, a professional athlete, had a tendency to become drunk and a little abusive.
I needed a way to start a fight between the two of them, and in my youth and inexperience I made several assumptions:
a) the man would be the one to stray
b) but it wouldn’t be his fault
c) because he was a victim of alcohol
d) and alcohol would also make him act out towards her
e) though she may harbor repressed rape fantasies, his drunkenness was no excuse for abuse
again, AWFUL. and misogynist in a backwards way, or at least anti-feminist. how dare I assume that a woman wouldn’t cheat, a woman wouldn’t drink, a woman would just allow herself to be a victim and then get fed up and walk out? YAWN.
I’m proud to have accrued enough life experience to know that women cheat, women drink, and women are sometimes the ones who disturb shit for themselves. it’s important to me to write Francesca as that kind of character; for all that’s difficult to relate to in this story–the shoes, the paparazzi, the men with consistently erect penises–I want her to be someone not unlike one of us.
it’s not the years, it’s the mileage.