The Night Variety Died

Well, okay, it stumbled on for a decade or so, but this really is the kind of thing that did it in. It's got everything: second-string talent? Check. Incongruous medley? Check. Feathers in unexpected places? Check. Unisex backup dancers? Totally check.

Perhaps the Magic of Connie Stevens is something that has to be experienced live. Or stoned. My bet is on the latter, and since I just woke up, that's not happening...

"Wet, She's a Star!" and other Fabulosities

I've just time to note and celebrate the the fact that today marks the birthday of three of the best things that ever happened to bathing suits.

Okay, I know it's a reach, but it's hard to think what else unites these three extraordinary creatures:

An uncharacteristically dry looking Esther Williams, who not only looked good in a one-piece, but designed her own line:

Divine designer Rudi Gernreich, king of the monokini:

And the lovely and talented Miss Connie Stevens, seen here doing her best Lady Bunny impersonation:

Let's wish them all good things as they turn 85, 86 (posthumously), and 126, respectively.