Maria Beale, as she insisted I call her when my sister and I went to a fitting of that same dress, had worked as a Rockette before she took on the job of beauty queen. A real Rockette! I remember her standing unreal and magical in a fountain of white satin while Luther Self fussed about her with pins and measuring tapes. She remains to me today just as she was at that moment -- safely and securely preserved in her fairy princess dress, untouched by life's complexities. The real world protected her; that magical, serene, beautiful dress removed Maria Beale from all the penny-ante worries of real life.
I don't think I've ever watched the Emmy presentation show all the way through. I watch mostly sports, news and old movies on television (and the occasional Oval Office address), so I'm not that, you know, engaged in the Emmy outcomes. I don't know who all those people are. I'm vaguely interested in the whole cable/network/new media survival slugfest, but that's the undercurrent rather than the current of the Emmy evening.
Last night President Obama spoke from the Oval Office to announce the official end of U.S. combat operations in Iraq. What does that mean? What did we accomplish? Why did we invade in the first place?
Can anyone explain any of this to me in a way that doesn't give me a burning desire to look at magical pictures of Grace Kelly?
|Grace Kelly in her fairy princes wedding dress|