For Betty Was Born To Never Say Nay
Of course, of course, of course, so help me, this would be a movie I would love and cling to, and of course, of course, how could none of you have warned me? What, didn't you see it? Didn't you stand in line at the theater, fork over your wadded dull green cash to see the Notorious Bettie Page? And if you did, why, why, why didn't you make me go see it on a big screen, so those thick black bangs and wry smile could be viewed larger than life? Because now I am sitting at home, and even though my roommate is home and sitting a few feet behind me, I am still pulling up full screen picture after picture, letting the opera gloves and thigh-high stockings settle themselves on the screen, looking at all the bits and pieces of ancient rubber, and boy, you should just see the wet sheen on those heels. And you know, it's true. I want to not believe them, so I can keep some safe ground that titillating pictures are across the board exploitative, but so help me, you should just see the grin she's got, and if you did, I think it'd be just that much harder to rail against her. She went to Multnomah Bible College for a while, did you know that? And so perhaps it is just that familiar pull again, me warming up to some mixed-up creative type, wanting for them to finally be happy after all their struggles. Pssh.