Musings of the Crabby Shy/Wild

This weekend I watched The Best of Everything, which was fun because Joan Crawford is such a diva and the gays love a good diva. Also, they work in publishing, right around the time that women first started to enter the workforce en masse and before they felt, rightly so, that in order to get ahead they had to dress in shoulder pads and power suits. So there are some great clothes. Four stars from me, though Dianne Baker’s character finds true love in the doctor who treats her in the hospital when she jumps from the sports car her beau, Robert Evans, is driving when she realizes that he’s taking her to get an abortion. She’s lost the baby, conveniently, but her head’s all wrapped up and she’s rather hysterical. My point being that I can’t even get a date. Awesome Johnny Mathis title song, too. Listening to it now.