I just can’t stand it anymore. I’ve tried to ignore them, but ever since Janet Jackson’s “wardrobe malfunction” celebrities, or wanna be celebrities, keep turning up in revealing clothes. The fact is, they’ll do almost anything for exposure. (And you can take that any way you want.) So I’ve started a list of the notices that pop up on my computer newsfeed. “Emma Watson’s Topless photos cause controversy.” “Nicky Minaj exposes breasts in jaw-dropping look.” “Heidi Klum’s legs go on for miles in tiny dress. She looked hot to trot in a sexy mini-dress.” “Kim K. gets people talking again in a totally sheer dress.” “Ciara poses topless in sexy pregnancy shoot for Harpers Bazaar.” “Kourtney K drops jaws in super teeny bikini” “Kendall’s barely-there bikini leaves little to the imagination.” “Dakota Johnson’s low cut dress leaves little to the imagination.” “Lindsey Vonn’s teeny bikini leaves very little to the imagination.” (evidently… Read More »
This was 2009 or 2010. Ingrid took this picture of us in the foyer. You can see the front door behind us looking out into the front yard.
“We bought some of Phyllis’s silver!” Dottie’s voice trilled over the phone. I could hear Bob in the background. My friends Bob and Dottie in Houston are avid sellers and buyers on eBay and got such a kick out of buying one of the lots of Phyllis’s silver at the live on-line auction last August that they couldn’t wait to tell me. Last week a long slender box arrived in the mail and inside were two silver serving spoons from the Phyllis Diller collection along with a note: “We wanted you to have a couple of Phyllis’s spoons. Do you remember them?” I have to say that I don’t remember them. I don’t remember Phyllis actually cooking at home. Well, maybe once or twice I saw her in the kitchen as I was leaving for the day. She said she enjoyed cooking because it relaxed her. Her son, Perry, says… Read More »
“So Phyllis Diller was a tightwad, huh?” “Um, what?” The lady asking the question was one of a dozen belonging to a book club that I’d been invited to. “Well, really ten dollars per diem — c’mon. Even back in the 70s that was pitiful.” I had to agree. My first instinct was to defend Phyllis, but then I had to ask myself, “why?” And in all fairness, Phyllis was not miserly by nature, but her husband, Warde, wanted to make sure her money was spent where it would do the most good — on him. And her business manager wanted to make sure her money wasn’t squandered on things that were not truly necessary — like the hired help who should just be grateful for a job. This question has been asked of me in one way or another several times over. People find it odd that someone of her… Read More »
In yesterday’s mail I received a personal invitation to the auction of property from the estate of Bob and Dolores Hope on September 20 and 21 and the Estate of Phyllis Diller on September 22 both to be held at Julien’s Auctions in Beverly Hills. As I look at the invitation more closely, I see that it actually is for the preview evening on Wednesday, September 18 with cocktails & Hors d’Oeuvres catered by Gina Feeds. (Really? That’s her name?) The invitation has a number and e-mail address with a request to RSVP. Okay, do I actually RSVP? My mother taught me — as most likely did yours — that one always responds to an invitation whether accepting or declining. And if mother didn’t explain it clearly enough, I think Miss Manners has pretty well covered that subject. Being a stickler for protocol (I requested Emily Post’s “Complete Guide to… Read More »