The world will be a little less glamorous without you.
The world will be a little less glamorous without you.
I remember my mother talking about Elizabeth Taylor with great reverence. She told me Taylor had perfectly symmetrical facial features. Once she showed me a piece in a magazine – maybe Reader’s Digest – that gave Taylor’s measurements and we measured ourselves to see how close we were. (As a kid I wasn’t far off from her 21 inch waist, but there were no 36s for me!) For mom’s generation (and in her prime), she was the template for the female physical ideal.
The first time I saw her in a movie it must have been National Velvet – then Butterfield 8 and Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, Giant, and on and on. My favourite was Father of the Bride – I have no idea why. The thing that always struck me was how she could be vulnerable and resilient at the same time. Sometimes you wanted to take care of her – but you NEVER wanted to mess with her.
When the whole Twitter thing happened, I remember reading one of her tweets… It was a perfectly grammatical, punctuated sentence. Beautiful, literate, and textually uncompromising – a woman after my own heart…
RIP.