We interrupt my regularly scheduled intellectual spouting to bring you my mid-life crisis.
First there was this: I snatched The Red Convertible off the new books display at the library because I love Louise Erdrich. I read the inside front cover, I skimmed the table of contents, I flipped to the inside back cover.
I said, What the heck! That’s not Louise Erdrich. Louise Erdrich is young and dewy!
But, apparently not any more. That → is the Louise Erdrich who wrote The Blue Jay’s Dance.
And that ← is the Louise Erdrich who just published The Red Convertible and who dealt with Michael Dorris’ suicide and many children.
Then there was this. Remember Kelly McGillis?
Yes, I mean THIS ↓ Kelly McGillis from Top Gun. Or even THIS ↓ Kelly McGillis from Witness.
Now she is THIS ↓ Kelly McGillis
And remember Meggie Cleary of The Thorn Birds television special? I wanted to be Rachel Ward. She was so beautiful she corrupted a PRIEST. Or I most definitely would have been Rachel Ward in Against All Odds. I remember getting THIS ↓ haircut and buying an orange bathing suit in order to embody Rachel Ward in this movie. I had no interest in Beau Bridges, just wanted to look like Rachel Ward. Well, now she looks like this↓.
Then there is Kathleen Turner. Remember her in Body Heat?
Here she is today in Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
Which is all to make me feel better about this↓:
We are most definitely NOT going to talk about THIS↓:
Though I would be very glad to talk about THIS↓:
Know what I mean?