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We Were Just Talking about Eartha last night! (and my panties were wet)
So, here's a tiny little tribute.
I love a woman on a leopard-print throne.
'[O]n Thursday, she will be at the White House’s Christmas tree lighting and will sing “Santa Baby” and “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas,” all while battling colon cancer.... For those with long memories, the invitation might seem surprising. Her most famous visit to the White House was nearly 40 years ago during another unpopular war (Vietnam); her unexpectedly pointed comments about American involvement reportedly made Lady Bird Johnson cry and nearly derailed her stage, film and singing career.'
http://www.nytimes.com/2006/12/02/theat
http://www.earthakittfanclub.com/catwom
My personal brush with Catwoman: when I was a little kid (late 60s, not sure what year), my father took me to a key club to see Eartha Kitt perform for my birthday. She was this amazing dramatic woman in a red beaded gown and fur stole, and I was enamoured, but I didn't get that it was Catwoman. Then, after the show, she came by the table and said (Eartha voice!): "Hello, little girl. Your father told me you wanted to meet me."
I couldn't even talk. Fucking CATWOMAN said happy birthday to me.
I love a woman on a leopard-print throne.
'[O]n Thursday, she will be at the White House’s Christmas tree lighting and will sing “Santa Baby” and “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas,” all while battling colon cancer.... For those with long memories, the invitation might seem surprising. Her most famous visit to the White House was nearly 40 years ago during another unpopular war (Vietnam); her unexpectedly pointed comments about American involvement reportedly made Lady Bird Johnson cry and nearly derailed her stage, film and singing career.'
http://www.nytimes.com/2006/12/02/theat
http://www.earthakittfanclub.com/catwom
My personal brush with Catwoman: when I was a little kid (late 60s, not sure what year), my father took me to a key club to see Eartha Kitt perform for my birthday. She was this amazing dramatic woman in a red beaded gown and fur stole, and I was enamoured, but I didn't get that it was Catwoman. Then, after the show, she came by the table and said (Eartha voice!): "Hello, little girl. Your father told me you wanted to meet me."
I couldn't even talk. Fucking CATWOMAN said happy birthday to me.