Nothing puts me in the mood to caterwaul “DAAAVID!” quite like the delightfully crazy-eyed focus that Katharine Hepburn brings as she attempts to pop an olive into her mouth while wearing one of the most decidedly bonkers veils I’ve ever seen in my all-time favorite screwball comedy, Bringing Up Baby. I mean, have you seen the masthead? I wasn’t simply punning on Dirty Dancing, y’all. No no, think of the masthead as a multi-layered, metatexual tapestry of terrible punnage that looks like a four-headed ouroboros (one for each of the leading ladies in Sex and the City 2). Seriously, I’m not sure anything will ever be as egregious as the one-two pun(ch) of “Abu Dhabi Doo!” and “Lawrence of my labia,” and it should probably remain unknown if such a pun exists, but much like Judy Garland or Katharine Hepburn and Cary Grant in the following clip from Bringing Up Bay:
Now That It’s Her Birthday, Here’s Judy Garland Singing “I Can’t Give You Anything But Love”
June 10, 2010
From her 1963 television show, The Judy Garland Show, here’s Judy Garland singing “I Can’t Give You Anything But Love”:
I’d go on some pithy tangent about the strange, sublime joys of being a Judy Garland loving queen, but what’s the point in that? This is the woman–nay, Diva–who, according to the Gay & Lesbian Times, was once quoted as saying, “When I die I have visions of fags singing ‘Over the Rainbow’ and the flag at Fire Island being flown at half mast.” You can’t provide a fabulously succinct bit of commentary on what she means to some of us (myself included), nor can you give that quote anything but love.
Happy birthday, Judy. We love you.