[about the author]
i actually like speaking in front of large crowds. freakish,
i work crossword puzzles in ink.
i am the american nigella lawson. or maybe the american eddie
izzard. can't decide, really.
i would be a really good mom, but i'm cool with being a really
i am sometimes more perceptive than i would like to be.
i am fiercely loyal. sometimes, stupidly so.
i never play dumb. never.
i am way too hard on myself.
i am a change agent.
i sometimes cross that fine line between assertive and aggressive.
i am not afraid to tell people that i love them.
i am militantly pro-choice.
i am pro-adoption.
i know a little bit about alot of things.
i typically enjoy the company of men more than women.
i am capable of being really mean and nasty, but i fight it.
i am a lifelong cubs fan. do not laugh.
i have been known to hold a grudge.
i have hips.
i am not my sister.
i am lousy at forgiving myself.
i am an indoor kind of gal.
i am a bargain shopper. to the point of obsession.
i am 32 flavors. and then some.
katharine, the great
"yet beneath it somehow there was something adorable: men didn't want to have sex with her, they wanted to hang out with her. she could crack wise with the best of them, and if she lacked the curvy figure of the screen sex goddess, she had fabulous legs, broad, square shoulders that wore clothes beautifully, and a greyhound's predatory stride. her profile was aphrodite's on a good day on olympus, when the sun was out and all the boy-gods were on best behavior, for once. and she had that thing that commands: only the strongest of male stars could stand up to it, and when she found someone her equal, the results were almost always delicious magic." -- stephen hunter of the washington post
it was from my grandmother that i learned my appreciation of classic films. the grand spectacle of the movie musical. the all-but-dead these days art of the well-written banter.
and, of course, the magnificent katharine hepburn.
we often settled in to watch a hepburn-tracy marathon together. adam's rib. woman of the year. desk set. and, my grandmother's favorite, pat and mike. we knew the lines by heart. we never grew tired of them.
my own favorite was the classic, the philadelphia story. hepburn. grant. stewart. it's a no-brainer for me. world class bantering. wicked humor. it tops my personal best list.
i remember reading in her autobiography that she was especially grateful to her parents for the freethinking and open upbringing they provided to her. "they gave me freedom from fear," she said.
and i think it was that freedom from fear, so obvious in the way she lived her life, that i most admired. growing up, i looked to katharine hepburn as a role model. and it had nothing to do with acting. she was the epitome of what i thought a woman could -- and should -- be. she seemed to me to be the perfect dichotomy, as at ease in a ballgown as she was in tattered khakis. all elegance and class, but you just knew that she had a bit of a salty mouth. perfectly comfortable with being one of the boys, but able to charm the pants off of them if she ever set her mind to doing so.
i looked to her example over the years. an example of how to never shy away from being the smart girl, even when others ridicule you for it. an example of how to stand up for what you believe in, even in a world that tells you to sit down and shut up. an example of how to live life by your own rules while still respecting others. and for many years, i celebrated the fact that she and i shared a birthday -- and remember being disappointed when she eventually revealed that she had adopted november 8th as her birthday as a tribute to her beloved brother who died at a very young age -- it was, in fact his birthday, and not hers.
to me, she was grace.
there just aren't enough adjectives.
to me, she was the blueprint.
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