
Showing posts with label Root Causes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Root Causes. Show all posts
Friday, March 6, 2015
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
Friday, December 12, 2014
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Saturday, March 15, 2014
Formative influence
I can't remember what age I was when I stumbled across The Opposite Sex on TV But I must have been fairly young. I DO remember that I realized it was a color remake of The Women and not much of an improvement on the original. I sat through the dreary musical numbers and technicolor for a few high lights: Anne Miller!, Endora from Bewitched! And then suddenly Dolores Gray made her entrance in that lace triple bouffant dress complete with head wrap clinging to her svelte form, half Mata Hari, half cobra. I was mesmerized by it. For years afterward I wondered if it was something I made up until I caught the movie on television yet again.
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Thursday, January 9, 2014
Formative Influence
Watched early and often in my childhood.
Yes, I bought the album (on vinyl). Yes, I know all the words to every song.
And yes, I wanted to eat at the Harmonia Gardens and be Dolly Levi. You realize of course that the waitstaff could have sung Hello Tony! just as easily as Hello Dolly!
Friday, August 30, 2013
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Formative Influence
While making catty comments about another lifter's gym shorts yesterday morning, I offered the possibility that they may have been ordered from "International Male". met by an inquisitive look by one of the trainers, my workout partner and I I tried to explain the importance of said publication on young men of a certain persuasion. He was very amused. Sadly it's no longer in existence, and I shudder to think of what refugees from Lord know what war or natural disater are wearing all the unsold clothing.
Does anyone else of my generation remember this pre-Internet-gateway-drug-to-gay-porn? Or anyone ever actually ordered any of the clothing?
Does anyone else of my generation remember this pre-Internet-gateway-drug-to-gay-porn? Or anyone ever actually ordered any of the clothing?
Monday, January 17, 2011
Root causes?
Way way back in the sands of time, circa 1973, I have cloudy memories of a TV series focusing on a married couple, the plot focusing on the wife having E.S.P. I say cloudy because In memory I Had Meridith Baxter Birney starring in the lead role. Somehow my memory had combined Bridget Loves Bernie with The Girl With Something Extra
The Girl with something extra actually starred Sally Field and John Davidson, since my mind confused who Sally even was or played, it's safe assume that it must have been focused on Mr. Davidson.
More importantly it's retained the memory of one particular episode" "All the Nude That's Fit to Print" in which the character of Mr. Davidson was approached to pose nude as a centerfold. The plot focused on his deciding on such and featured a dream montage of Mr. Davidson making publicity appearance in the buff.
I can't say that I've ever really considered Mr Davidson attractive, he's always been a little too "square" and squeaky clean for me but the image of him being interviewed nude by Merv Griffin has been hard to shake out of my memory banks. Just sayin......
And if that memory isn't disturbing enough, here's a little psychotic episode from The Street of San Francisco:
The Girl with something extra actually starred Sally Field and John Davidson, since my mind confused who Sally even was or played, it's safe assume that it must have been focused on Mr. Davidson.
More importantly it's retained the memory of one particular episode" "All the Nude That's Fit to Print" in which the character of Mr. Davidson was approached to pose nude as a centerfold. The plot focused on his deciding on such and featured a dream montage of Mr. Davidson making publicity appearance in the buff.
I can't say that I've ever really considered Mr Davidson attractive, he's always been a little too "square" and squeaky clean for me but the image of him being interviewed nude by Merv Griffin has been hard to shake out of my memory banks. Just sayin......And if that memory isn't disturbing enough, here's a little psychotic episode from The Street of San Francisco:
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