The fabulous month ended tragically with the
death of
Katharine Hepburn, the last of
the great movie stars
of the Golden 30's. Will
her forthcoming memoir be
forthcoming about her
long-rumored bisexuality and her
relationship with Phyllis Wilbourn -- with whom
she
lived for more years than with Spencer-- and to whom
Hepburn referred as "my Alice B. Toklas"? Don't bet on it.
We like our legends tastefully heterosexualized.
PS: Kate, why shit-talk Streep?
It made you look petty and foolish.
And oh so jealous.
Don't worry, you're still in second
place for those Oscar
nominations.
Nothing wrong with second place...
What becomes a legend most?
Gracefully accepting the talents of others.
Especially the greater talents of others.
Remember how Bette Davis praised
Debra Winger and Glenda Jackson?
That was class, Kate.
P.P.S. Looks like someone did break the code
of silence about Hepburn's bisexuality.
According to reviews, Irene Selznick
-- who knew Hepburn for 900 years-- said
there were "numerous" Lesbian affairs.
Now... how about Spencer and the boys?
And what about the very old rumors about
Tracy and the very young Robert Wagner?
