Mamacita says: My real life is so, well, ordinary. I mean, doesn’t everybody have a human skull in the linen closet and singing wall art? I had children, and a job, and I felt obligated to set some kind of example. I greatly fear, though, and more so with each passing year, that the footprints my children are actually following are the ones I have tried all my life to cover up. I have never been an “in the box” person. Rulemongers and inflexible people have a hard time dealing with me. I do not suffer fools lightly, and I don’t think YOU should, either. I really do believe that if everyone would just stop whining, buck up, show some spunk, behave himself/herself and insist that others behave, too, the whole world would be infinitely more wonderful than it already is, for those who have the eyes to see and the wit to see it.
Exclusively what and restricted to whom?
One of my icons is Auntie Mame; not that worse-than-insipid movie musical with poor, miscast Lucille Ball (The Broadway play with Angela Lansbury was terrific, though), but the 1955 novel and the 1958 movie with the fabulous Rosalind Russell. Most of the time, as you all well know, I am not pleased with film adaptations of beloved books, but this one is an exception. Even though they had to clean up the language for the film, Auntie Mame is still magic.
LIVE! Life is a banquet, and most poor sons-of-bitches suckers are starving to death!