Gump. Jenny Gump.

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Yesterday was my morning to sleep late. I couldn’t, however, and turned on the TV at roughly 8:45. Forrest Gump was on.

I love Forrest Gump. Not the running scenes, which are inane to the 100,000th degree. But the rest is pretty engrossing.

Yesterday, however, I became sorta bummed. I began watching at the point where Forrest and Jenny are getting married, and good ol’ Lieutenant Dan shows up in a swank suit, with his “magic legs” and an Asian wife (a very nice touch, I’ve always thought). Everyone’s happy—Jenny is wearing a flowing white dress, she’s got a floral wreath in her hair, Haley Joel Osment (Word of the wise to Dakota Fanning—rent, don’t buy) works as the ring boy, it’s a beautiful sunny day, blah, blah, blah.

Then—BAM!—Jenny dies. Of HIV-related causes. Or full-blown AIDS. We never know s_8c72301b1551429e8b787cfd2882c633for sure. But it’s utterly, insanely ludicrous. In her final days, Jenny was still breathtaking. Blond hair blowing in the gentle breeze, flawless complexion, lips the hue of fruit punch. And, once again, she was dying of AIDS—way before the modern medical advances that have made it much less nightmarish than it once was.

Even worse, we get a good look at the tombstone, and Jenny was 37. Thirty-f—ing seven!? That’s how old I am. Damn. That means the cool Jenny, hanging out at parties, doing drugs in penthouses, chillin’ at Woodstock and stripping to Bob Dylan songs, was long gone, replaced by a lame suburbanite who served coffee at Howard Johnson’s (this last line is a guess). Is this my fate, too? Not AIDS, but blah-ness? Am I already there? Is life truly like a box of chocolates? Not the kind from Godiva, with rich swirls and breathtaking flavors. But a Russell Stover variety pack, $6.99 at your local CVS.

Makes me feel like playing ping-pong. Or showing Lyndon Johnson my butt wound.

Or jumping off a cliff.

Sigh.

PS: I have no idea who the woman in the above photograph is. But when I Googled “Jenny Gump,” she was the second option.

4 thoughts on “Gump. Jenny Gump.”

  1. It’s a wonder.
    I just finished watching Forrest for the umpteenth time & googling for Jenny too.
    As i just watched the movie it occurred to me as well that Jenny may have had AIDS.
    But now i wonder if young Forrest has AIDS too.
    Wow, another terrible occurence to happen in Forrest Gump Sr. life?
    What a sequel.

  2. Well Jenny is pretier as a waitress then at any other parts of her life. Before that, she looked lost and unhappy fallowing losers that did not respect her.

    At least at thirty seven she has a son that loves her and she finaly realises that she should stick with people that truely care for her. Too bad her troubled past ends up killing her. I always cry at that part.

  3. That Jenny Gump picture is of me! In case you’re wondering, that’s me 3-4 years ago rocking two shots of Jagermesiter…

    -Jenny Gump

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