will be by the end of summer, with that aroma of the beginning of the year and chained freedom, but nostalgia has not stopped knocking on my door in recent days. He does it in movies, he does it in books and he does it in memory. That turn off the light to go to bed and that your mind becomes a hotbed of images, of people who left … even you, who You left a long time ago and you don’t recognize yourself.
In ‘Back to the Future 2’, the hilarious film of Robert Zemeckis, the protagonist Marty McFly meets a vision of himself several years older and his impression is one of stupefaction. He doesn’t recognize that boring, stubborn, routine old man. Opening a photo album has the equivalent effect.
One contemplates his child photos and think what happened to that brave, excited and happy young man who had everything clear in life. Throughout life the self is mutating, and there are things that remain, others that leave and others that return. Sometimes it is convenient to contemplate what we were to remember what we are.
My grandfather always repeated “You always be yourself”. The search for the self It has been one of the great challenges of humanity since Ancient Greece. The “Know yourself” (know thyself) crowned the temple of Delphi and was one of the maxims attributed to the 7 wise men of Greece.
In these times of constant self-promotion, driven by the late capitalism, it seems inadvisable to turn to look at the self, when just what is needed is to look around us. But what is claimed here is an honest look at me that allows us to know who we are instead of selling ourselves as yet another marketing element.
I believe that “be yourself” has a lot to do with lose shame, live no matter what they say, do things our way, as in the Frank Sinatra song. It could be summed up in having personality, a much bigger magnet than the sunny beach photos that we can upload to our social networks.
They say that Diogenes the Cynic (the one in Rafael’s painting ‘The school of Athens’ appear thrown on the stairs, alien to Plato and Aristotle) coincided with the very Alexander the Great. The Great One asked him what he expected of him, that he would comply with what he asked, to which Diogenes replied: “I would like to ask you to get out of the sun. That its rays touch me is, right now, my greatest wish. “
Only someone with a lot of self-love responds like this to who will be one of the great emperors of history. But let’s reactivate the ‘flux capacitor‘and land a little closer to the present.
It is the 50s and we are in Hollywood, more specifically, in the restaurant Romanoff’s from Beverly Hills. Tobacco smoke practically prevents us from seeing. We are not used to smoke in bars. There is a fabulous atmosphere. Pretty girls with long legs and groomed men in tuxedos. Among the tobacco smoke, high-end perfumes are detected.
If we approach the reserved we see a long table composed of several stars and chaired by Humphrey Bogart. We pose as waiters so as not to go unnoticed. We are witnessing the birth of Holmby Hills Rat Pack (the Hollywood rat gang).
The Board of Directors is made up of Frank Sinatra, as director of the gang; Judy Garland, first vice president; Lauren Bacall, mother of the burrow; Sit Air, director of the cage; Humphrey Bogart, rat in charge of public relations; Irving Lazar, recording secretary and treasurer; and Nathaniel Benchley, historian.
In addition, three more members are not part of the Board of Directors: David Niven, Michael Romanoff (restaurant owner) and James van Heusen. Spencer Tracy he was made an honorary member.
Bogart proclaimed that the objectives of the organization were “get rid of boredom and stay independent. We feel admiration for ourselves and we don’t care about anyone else“. Something that the Rat Pack strictly fulfilled during its existence and also in the second stage without Bogart, who died of esophageal cancer, but with Dean Martin and Sammy Davis Jr.
Like many of the best life projects, the Rat Pack was born after a night of drinking and partying. Or rather, four. Before the group formalized their existence at a dinner at Romanoff’s, Sinatra, Bogart, Bacall and a few others had spent four days of riot and debauchery in Las Vegas. Drunkenness, gambling and other tricks that would scandalize the Ministry of Consumer Affairs. By the end of the fourth day, they looked so bad that Bacall snapped at Bogart and Sinatra that they looked like “a gang of rats.”
The independence and freedom to do what you want can only be achieved with a strong self-esteem, which is the great legacy of the Rat Pack, together with the certainty that to have a good time you do not need justification. Maybe one of the periods where we care less about what they will say is childhood, when our world is reduced and even more infinite than ever. With the adolescence that feeling is lost, and the opinion of others goes to the first place in the list of priorities. The rest of existence is a to be a child again little by little, until reaching old age, where once again, what others think does not matter at all. When you are older you can leave the party without saying goodbye.
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The lesson of Bogart, Sinatra and their Rat Pack: live your way