Showing posts with label Mrs. Majors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mrs. Majors. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Where Were You?
I honestly had no idea that Mattel had started pimping out the most obscure of its Barbie spin-offs - her baby sister Kelly, the doll for people who found Skipper too stimulating - but seeing that they have, I can't think of anything more fabulous than these faintly terrifying tiny-tot Charlie's Angels.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Angel
She was, in her way, the defining beauty of an era; she even turned out to be something of an actress, of the sort whose successes, fairly or not, are each treated as a surprise.It was always odd and somehow unsettling to think of her as a 60-something invalid, and in time perhaps some of her less fortunate moments will fade and we will think of her as I think she would have liked, all hair, teeth, and California charm.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Earth Angel
Let's think good thoughts today for a lady of unexpected grace and courage, one who has spent the better part of 40 years proving that she's more than just a pretty face (even as the material she had to work from often made that a surpassingly difficult task) - from bit parts, through Myra Breckinridge, on to posters, TV superstardom, and a surprisingly varied later career.Farrah Fawcett may never have been the critics' darling, but she was and is a lovely woman and always an entertaining star, and now she is fighting for her life. Where there's fabulousness, there's hope.
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