Did you ever want to be somebody else for a little while?
See what it would be like to be Eleanor Roosevelt or Marilyn Monroe?
I’ve always thought about being the world-renowned cabaret chanteuse
Edith Piaf and singing torch songs about love, loss, and sorrow.

I know I’d have several problems. First of all, I can’t sing. But I do know the English words to two French songs: La Vie en Rose and Say Si Bon, and one even in French, Frere Jacques.
Another problem is what I’d wear. I wouldn’t consider dressing like Edith Piaf. Her signature outfit was an unadorned short black dress. Even Mother Theresa’s signature white sari had three blue stripes.
Who in their right mind would wear a plain black dress if they could wear a black satin strapless number like Rita Hayworth wore in the movie “Gilda”? Hopefully, I could find one in size 14/16.
I saw the movie “Gilda” several times. The movies were where I learned about life. Mostly about the life I didn’t have. I know all the words to “Put the Blame on Mame,” the song Rita sang in that wow of a dress in “Gilda” that looked like the top was falling down. Actually, I think “Mame” is a French word so maybe I’d put that song in my Piaf repertoire

Edith’s black dress didn’t even have bananas on it like the amazing “Black Venus” Josephine Baker who took Paris by storm even though she came from Missouri. Josephine was in the Folies Bergere in the 1920s. She didn’t have to worry about her top falling down. She didn’t wear one. Her costume? A short skirt of artificial bananas and a beaded necklace. People who didn’t even like bananas adored her.

There would also be the eyebrow problem. Edith penciled in her eyebrows
but I like Brooke Shields’ eyebrows better. What ever happened to Brooke?
Oh, the plight of child stars.

And, of course, there’s the size problem with Edith. Edith was only 4’10” and was called “the Little Sparrow.” I’m more like “Big Bird.”
Actually, Edith and I had little in common really except heartaches over men. But she had a lot more headaches and a lot more men than me.
Do you think a white gardenia in my hair would be too much? It worked for Billie Holiday. And a red feather boa draped over my shoulders like Julie Wilson? I do like accessories.

Julie Wilson wore a white gardenia in her hair. I wonder if she copied Billie Holiday or Billie copied her. It’s very important if you copy someone, you choose someone good.
Julie Wilson was considered the pinnacle of the cabaret world—but weren’t they all? Julie sang at the swanky Carlyle Hotel in Manhattan but I bet she wouldn’t stay there today. A single starts at $1,300 a night, plus taxes and fees. BTW, Julie came from Omaha, Nebraska. I guess you can’t come from New York if you want to be a New York cabaret singer.
Of course I have to mention the cabaret singer The Incomparable Hildegard. Does anyone beside me remember Hildegard? I saw Hildegard singing at the Persian Room when I was 17. I thought she was a little strange but the older, martini crowd loved her. Her theme song was “Darling, Je Vous Aime Beaucoup.” I don’t know the words but it’s French so I might include it in my repertoire. She always carried a long white silk handkerchief but that accessory doesn’t thrill me. Maybe if it had some sparkles. She didn’t come from New York either. She came from Adell, Wisconsin. If you don’t know Hildegard, you certainly don’t know Adell.

But after I saw the Ken Burns Country Music special on PBS, I thought for five seconds about being a country singer. I’d fit right in. There’d be Reba, Shania, Patsy, Miranda, and Gingy. I know the words to The Tennessee Waltz, Deep in the Heart of Texas, and On Top of Old Smokey. But then I thought I was not going to cut my nails to strum a guitar or be limited to wearing a cowboy hat, fringe, and boots. I just couldn’t live without accessories. Anyway, since I come from New York, I guess I have no chance at country or cabaret.
But who’s the fantasy person you’d want to be?


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Hope your day turns out as well as I hope (but doubt) mine will,
Gingy (Ilene)


Hi Gingy–
I wish I remembered you from our days at HCES. We were in the same grade, but somehow the school never mixed out X Y and Z classes, where we were grouped by birth date. That’s why my friends (in the Y class) were born in November and December, after me in October. Anyhow, I get a kick out of your columns and look forward to the next one.
I once thought it would be exciting to live to 2000–and here we are now, looking at 2022. With best wishes for the new year,
Barbara Loebenstein Michaels
Going to movies was my best entertainment starting about 8 yrs old. Every Saturday. Often alone, escaping the matron because kid’s area was too noisy. Not interested in being any of them. Entered into the story & loved my afternoon with 2 movies, news, cartoons, etc. Had my favorites of course: John Payne was my hunk of the time. Danny Kaye – OMG SO FUN. I knew everyone’s name & what they were in. In College, Eleanor Roosevelt came to make a speech. All standing inside a BIG
Tin athletic Bldg from released early surplus. I literally stood next to her
Felt excited, special & so honored – even though just fell out to be in that spot.
The hero’s of our early days…. Now lucky if I remember all those actors names.
Fortunately, just names fogged up. Rest of memory all holding up.
Thanks gingy. You are so creative.
Hello Beautiful Ilene,
I love this blog!!! I’ve always wanted to be a different Josephine…ironically you mentioned Josephine Baker….I’ve always wanted to be someone with her spirit. I’m half way there at least with the name.
I have a new email….so I will be catching your new blogs…can’t wait to see what is next from you.
P.s.
I was just looking through the “Sex: What She’s Really Thinking” book about the play. Fun times my friend…those were fun times. Xo miss you.
How’d it get to be your December blog! I don’t think I had gotten around to commenting on your November blog. I think you have far more followers than you may know because not all of us are organized enough to reply speedily and, soon enough, we’re too late! Who knows where the time goes (that’s a song, too–but by whom?).
I recently saw something about Brooke Shields in…– I think–AARP magazine!
Little Brooke Shields in AARP. See what I mean about time.
xxx E.
p.s I wanted to be Joan Baez, not only because I admired her, which I did, but becuse I had such a crush on Bob Dylan, her BF at the time.
A wonderful blog. Like them all.
I don’t fantasize about being someone else. It’s taken me a long time to love being me; however, if I could be a great pianist, I’d love that.
XXXX
nancy
I would like to be president and after I make mincemeat of the minority leader of the Senate and a few Trump Republicans I will restore DEMOCRACY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Y ou can be Rita Hayworth
Hi, I liked your article and found it very interesting. As a child of the 60s, I always wanted to be Janis Joplin and live the life of a rock star.
Dear Gingy, I like the idea of a girl band. I cant remember lyrics but I can carry a tune and hum background music. Keep dreaming! Love, Phyllis
Let’s go accessories shopping together and form a girl band! We can tour Paris.
xo Nancy
Once again, I sit here laughing and reminiscing as I read your blog. I love Edith Piaf’s voice and Rita Hayworth’s dress was a killer. It seems so much sexier than the current dresses that display the actresses almost everything. Our imaginations are way more provocative than our actual selves.
I too am in the 14 to 16 range. Takes a strong wind to topple me. As the blues song goes “I’m built for comfort. I ain’t built for speed.”
‘Til next month.
Cindy
Thanks Gingy, another fun idea and chuckle. So good!
Janet (Phyllis B’s little sister) although now I’m 79.