A Case of the Mean Reds...

I treated myself to an Audrey Hepburn marathon yesterday. Just me and a DVD boxed set, the fuzzy blanket my grandma made me, and a bag of chips. A good portion of my unemployed time is spent eating crap on my sofa. The good news (or is it?) is I live in Michigan, it's been months since I've looked out my window and haven't seen snow. Because of this, everyone in the state is wearing big sweaters & puffy coats, both of which are very complimentary to my chub. Come spring I'm done for, but... it works for now. (Might have to re-think my stand on jogging.)

As I fantasized of a by gone era, where women wore beautiful dresses and big jewelery, a few lines stuck with me. Not as fascinating as you might think, but they stuck with me.

Breakfast at Tiffany's:
Holly Golightly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?

Paul Varjak: The mean reds. You mean like the blues?

Holly Golightly: No. The blues are because you're getting fat, and maybe it's been raining too long. You're just sad, that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid, and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?

Ugh, the "mean reds." I could totally relate. (I don't know if its bad or good to relate to a fictional character?) It just made some sense. Ever get a case of the mean reds? I think it's the perfect phrase for an unemployed person to use, and come on, who doesn't want to quote Audrey Hepburn? (Oh, and for all you literary buffs: Truman Capote actually wrote the line...but as far as I'm concerned Audrey made it famous.)