Hi! I can hardly contain my excitement. On Monday, I discovered that Ayn Rand’s The Fountainhead appears in Dirty Dancing! Baby appeals to Robbie for money to fund Penny’s abortion. Robbie is the father, yet he refuses to help, rather offering his copy of The Fountainhead to Baby, stating, with regard to pregnant Penny, “Some people count; some people don’t.”

AMAZING. Amazing that such a dirty twist can be made on such a wonderful book. I suppose the title of DIRTY Dancing is quite fitting, eh? Ha Ha Ha.

The writers of this film had the intention to paint Ayn Rand and The Fountainhead into poor lighting by associating its philosophy with the philosophy of “Robbie the Creep.” So let me please announce corrections: It is NOT the book’s mission to preach a philosophy of “Some people count; some people don’t.” It is rather the book’s mission to preach a philosophy of, “All people count. But nobody is entitled.” And that is where ROBBIE is wrong because he misses the point of the book: THAT OF PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY. He is personally responsible for creation of the baby, and he therefore needs to fork over money to have it aborted, if he is unwilling to participate in the life of the child and or achieve some sort of agreement with the woman carrying the child.

I read a pretty good blog post on the subject which of course takes the other explanation, stating that Baby refuses the book that Robbie offered because she’s a woman in the 1960s who is aware of Ayn Rand’s philosophy and finds the book to be repulsive. See: Robbie Gould’s Philosophy. Furthermore, the article states that Robbie was carrying the book during his work shift because he intended to to give the book to Lisa, Baby’s sister, who refused his forceful advances on the night prior. In The Fountainhead, main character Howard Roark forces himself on Dominique Francon, and the writer of this blog post indicates that he’s trying to butter-up Lisa by getting her to read the sexually forceful scenes.

I think that is a bag of beans.

Furthermore, he was carrying the book, I think, not to gift to Lisa, but rather like I do Atlas Shrugged. Atlas Shrugged is like a bible to me. When I’m actively reading it, I carry it, and I write notes in the margins. And it’s tattered and ratty looking from much usage, similar to Robbie’s The Fountainhead.

There is no defying of the fact that Hollywood is trying to make a mockery of Ayn Rand in this great movie. But it doesn’t bother me, rather inspires me because I see just how damn successful Ms. Rand was in her messaging. SHE APPEARED IN MOTHER F*CKING DIRTY DANCING!! How exquisite!! This makes me so damn happy because Dirty Dancing is one of my faaaaaaaaavourite films on Planet Earth.

Here’s a cute little story. Released in 1987, I remember that my mother and her sisters ventured to the cinema to watch it live. I wanted so badly to go, but then, aged five, I could certainly not experience a PG-13 film! SO I waited for the VHS release in 1988. And at nighttime, when my parents slept, I snuck into the television room to watch this amazing video, fast forwarding through the sex scenes, of course, as I was an angel. But what is the BOMB diggity news of this, now, 30 years later, I realise that I was exposed TO THE GREAT LATE AYN RAND at the age of SIX. Holy moly Batman!!!!!!!!! It would take me 22 years to find her again through Atlas Shrugged, but something tells me that she and I were meant to be connected. Call it a cosmic force! Call it that I am her real intended intellectual successor. Call it fate! But this discovery in Dirty Dancing seals the deal.

Happy Thursday with rational hearts and joyful sprinkles of love.

Namaste.