Showing posts with label Miss N. Davis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Miss N. Davis. Show all posts
Sunday, July 6, 2014
Birthday Girl: Hellcat
A baby named Anne Frances Robbins was born on this day in 1921 in New York City, the daughter of a car dealer and an only middlingly successful stage actress. That means that today, Nancy Reagan is 93. So the old saying does have some truth in it, sometimes: only the good die young.
Monday, August 27, 2012
Question Time: Ask the Oracle
Hmmm... Mostly not terrribly surprising, but I have to admit that last one threw me for a loop.
Guess what - she is! And so was the second Mrs. Woodrow Wilson. It really is a small world after all.
Guess what - she is! And so was the second Mrs. Woodrow Wilson. It really is a small world after all.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Four Horsepersons of the 80s Apocalypse
Rarely can an entire era be summed up in a single telling image, but this one comes close:
From left to right, meet Arrogance, Vanity, Greed - and Utter Fabulousness.
The hallmark of true vice is its secrecy; its downfall, the inevitability of exposure. Then, three of these were pillars of the community, and the fourth an unpredictable eccentric.
Today, we take for granted that one is a tiny megalomaniac, the second the victim of pitiful plastic surgery, and the third a domineering, status-obsessed (good-to-her-infirm-partner-in-crime, yes) shrew.
Virtue, on the other hand, shines through, and the last has only gone from strength to strength, refining and enhancing an existence that brings joy to millions. And who else would ever have had the balls to wear that to the White House?
From left to right, meet Arrogance, Vanity, Greed - and Utter Fabulousness.
The hallmark of true vice is its secrecy; its downfall, the inevitability of exposure. Then, three of these were pillars of the community, and the fourth an unpredictable eccentric.
Today, we take for granted that one is a tiny megalomaniac, the second the victim of pitiful plastic surgery, and the third a domineering, status-obsessed (good-to-her-infirm-partner-in-crime, yes) shrew.
Virtue, on the other hand, shines through, and the last has only gone from strength to strength, refining and enhancing an existence that brings joy to millions. And who else would ever have had the balls to wear that to the White House?
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