Some people say they learned everything about life in kindergarten.
Some people say they learned everything about life from their dog.
I learned everything about life from the movies.
My Aunt Babbie took me to the movies every Saturday afternoon in the
1940s, even if the sun was shining. That’s where I first learned about life
and being a woman like Lana Turner.
A woman had to be beautiful. A woman wore evening gowns to eat dinner (supper) even in her own house. A woman was glamorous even when she
woke up in the morning. A women had perfect hair that didn’t move. A woman always wore bright red lipstick that never smudged. A woman smoked, drank champagne, and went to nightclubs. A woman didn’t have to be smart to catch a rich old husband or a handsome guy. It was better if a woman just shut up and had a come hither look in her eyes.
It was hard to be like Lana Turner when I was 10 years old but I had hopes.
I stopped hoping to be like Lana Turner when Lana’s daughter stabbed Lana’s lover Johnny Stompanato with a butcher knife and killed him dead. But I loved Lana’s clothes. I wondered what she wore when she found out her daughter was a murderer.
When I was a teenager, I learned three things about life from Natalie Wood. She was a teen like me.
- From Rebel Without a Cause: Never fall in love with a disillusioned, angry, middle-class teenager carrying a switchblade even if he is as good looking as James Dean.
- From Splendor in the Grass: Never fall in love with a farmer from Kansas, even if it’s Warren Beatty.
- From Margerie Morningstar: Never fall in love with anyone who’s more
in love with themselves than you, even if it’s Gene Kelly.
I never wanted to be like most of the mothers in the movies. Mickey Rooney’s mother in the 15 Andy Hardy movies had the worst clothes. They’d never attract a rich old man or anybody handsome. You wouldn’t want to wear ANYTHING in Andy Hardy’s mother’s closet and she never set a foot in a nightclub.
Joan Crawford played a mother in the movie Mildred Pierce. She was much better-looking than Andy Hardy’s mother even though she worked her fingers to the bone for her bratty tramp daughter Veda who was having an affair with Zachary Scott, her stepfather and also Mildred’s husband who Veda eventually killed in the movie.
Mildred Pierce’s daughter had to go to jail. Lana Turner’s daughter, a murderer in real life, didn’t because she wasn’t a bratty tramp but a nice girl. So here’s another important life lesson: Be a nice daughter if you’re going to kill your stepfather.
Believe it or not, in 1785, the poet William Cowper wrote “Variety is the spice of life.” Lana Turner must have really believed him. She was married eight times. Liza Minelli thought life was a cabaret and spent so much time in a cabaret that she only had four husbands.
Singers have different opinions about life. Annie thinks “It’s a Hard Knock Life” but how hard could it be if her movie alone grossed over $139,829,625 so far.
Stevie Wonder sang “You are the sunshine of my Life” but I don’t think he meant me.
“Life is just s bowl of cherries” to Hoagy Carmichael but my life is often the pits.
I’m glad Jennifer “I’ve had the time of my life” Grey had the time of her life.
I wonder if that was before or after she had her nose fixed.
Debbie Boone “You light up my life” should light up her own life.
And Kelly Clarkson “My life would suck without you” should get a life.
If “Life is Hard” for Bob Dylan, he has no idea how life is for the rest of us.
And of course Kanye West has a “Hell of a Life.” He’s Kanye West.
When Dusty Springfield asked, “What are you doing the rest of your life?”
I hope Billy Joel told her to shut up, “This is my life,” and it’s none of your business.
I didn’t learn much about real life from movies or from anyone, actually.
Nobody knows about anybody else’s life. Yet five people on the Supreme
Court think they do.
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even recipes–
even though I stopped
cooking–by request–years ago.
Goodbye until next time…
Hope your day turns out as
well as I hope (but doubt)
mine will,
Gingy (Ilene)
I barely know what a blog is. Michael coached me. How are ya?
I ound my fahers diary written when he was in europe september 1937
I was a year and a half and my brother was 3”’my father went alone pehaps on business..who knew but i read what he wrote when he was thee for hat whole month..and it made me September 12, 1937
Here is what he wrote..
I am missing Zabelle very much, she is a darling. I love her more. I have never thought her to be as charming a woman as I have been thinking about her lately. I am going to be much nicer to her. She deserves everything in the world. My love is growing in a way as if I were in my twenties. I cannot see how I can live without her. I am holding myself but I miss her terribly.
I just read Wife or WiFi.
It was hilarious! It was laugh out loud.
I have found that your writing is not only
amusing, it makes me feel sane and safe.
I met you years ago at your house.
I was with Terry Waldo. I can’t forget
the scarf you were wearing around your
head (you looked great in that scarf) and
that you were about one of the 10 people
I’ve met with whom I automatically felt
comfortable with. Your blog is a gem.
Keep writing it until you are 125!
Sincerely, janice
Wow! Another winner of a newsletter. It brought back the memories of stuffing my training bra, putting dangerous chemicals in my hair to make it even lighter, hating my nose and remembering the glaring sun when leaving the Saturday afternoon cartoons and movies the town had for the little kids. The Saturday Movie event was our Day-care. Those boxes of candy almost destroyed my teeth. I thought every star that you mentioned knew what life was all about an my family obviously did not. However what keeps my sanity in line today is what my family taught me and it wasn’t from the movies. Thanks, this newsletter gave me hope as I was an only child and I saw today that I shared so much with every little girl of my generation.
Love you for giving us a beautiful ribbon that connects us all.
Miss going to the movies and everything else. Miss being young. Love you and how clever you are.
It takes a bit of genius to take every day life and see the comedic side of it. You have that genius!
I loved the old movies and went every Saturday afternoon when movies cost 25 cents! I thought that they represented real life! I learned that 25 cents brought me a fun afternoon at one time!
How could anyone in her right mind get married eight times? That’s what I want to know.
Splendid blog as always. I am not a robot, but some days feel like one.
I was just thinking about you this morning, then here is your post! I wanted to be Ginger Rogers or Katherine Hepburn when I was 10. Clever and smart mouthed. Myrna Loy was my favorite mother type – pretty and kind. Mothers did not dress like femme fatales back in those days. Who could seduce anyone wearing a shirtdress?
I watched a lot of Noir movies growing up – bleak black and white films with a dark view of life. I topped them off by reading Tennessee Williams, Hemingway and Anne Sexton. No wonder I was a depressed teen. (I’ll skip being overweight, introverted and dateless for now.)
I love now. Not because the world has changed but because I have. I am happy being my grey haired, plump self.
Love you. ❤️
Thanks for reminding me of Warren Beatty from SPLENDOR IN THE GRASS. In the early 1980s, I taught English in a high school located outside of Richmond, VA, and our department was showing to our students this movie since William Inge had written the screenplay. On my way home from school after the first day we began showing what we nicknamed LUST IN THE DUST, I stopped at a bakery located near the school building where Beatty’s father had been principal. I was present when a gentleman who owned a house on the street behind the bakery told the ladies working at the counter that Warren Beatty and Diane Keaton had just visited his house because Beatty wanted his then-lady love to see where he and his family had lived. Such an irony!
Thank you for the effort you put into your blog – your words never fail to make me think & smile. 🙂
Love your writing in this one. You must do quite a bit of research. Loved the Dangerfield joke – it made me laugh. I am going through withdrawal since Rachel and her gang spent 2 months with us and has returned to Bulgaria.
Much love to you. I would love to meet you for lunch but you need to reach out to me and let me know when and where.
Love Kathy
Your words are always unique and interesting!
At age 20 I read Marjorie Morningstar when it was first published and wanted to be her. I read it again last year and wondered how in the world I could have liked such an insipid novel. I didn’t finish it. I went to YouTube and watched the movie which was even worse. Why was Gene Kelly ever cast in the role? Absolutely no chemistry between him & Natalie. Sometimes you can’t return to former “likes.”
Now do boys. You think it was easy growing up in the ’50s and believing it was your mission in life to fight Indians, Nazis and criminals? And then you get the girl, maybe? LOL … /m/
I love your work. I love your writing and your drawings.
When I started writing my micro-memoir you were always my biggest inspiration.
Thank you for being here!
Dear Gingy,
I look forward to your blogs and love your point of view as well as your wit.
I’ve recently had a bunch of health challenges and find that your writing cheers me.
Also, your own story gives me hope that age 66 I can start something new.
As we approach the Jewish New Year I wish you a year filled with blessings and naches (happiness).
In gratitude,
Elizabeth N
This is so good. I love the examples you use and I love where you go with this. And the ending…..now that is perfect. LOVE, nancy