Yes, I realize that I just did a “Golden Girls” post not that long ago, and this one ends somewhat the same way. But this is an older piece, more stylized than the previous one, and for me it feels like an episode in the series, albeit an […]
Blanche, left, wandering into the living room from wherever she had been but she no longer was: “Rose, darlin’, what on earth are you watchin’ on that wretched news program that is making you weep so? You shouldn’t watch things that make you cry. All that wetness makes […]
Left to right… Sophia: “Picture it. Sicily, 1920. A beautiful young woman is running naked through a field of golden flowers. These things happen when you have chianti for breakfast. The woman pauses to let the sun glisten on her perky bazoombas, when suddenly she is propositioned by […]
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