I know it's good and all to see that Liza Minelli is making a comeback after a very serious illness, but I have to wonder, is the irony of her situation completely lost on her?
Last week, while watching some sort of fluff entertainment news show, we caught a glimpse of some Liza! press conference. She was announcing her marriage (to producer David Gest), her European tour (which kicks-off in London) and her victory over illness and weight.
In a matter of seconds, I found myself shouting "Don't go to London, Liza!"
For those not versed in Judy Garland history, Garland died while living in England -- in the midst of her thousandth comeback and a new "marriage."
Does it not completely creep Minelli out that she's seemingly living her mother's life -- a life that, really, didn't end too well?
But really, who am I to judge? I own Judy Garland paper dolls and also suffer from a nasty romanticized prescription pill habit.
Well, not really.
But I do take my birth control pills each night with a dramatic flare.
And, I do have the paper dolls.



When I was little, I always wanted to be just like Judy Garland. Of course, I think I only planned to emulate the early years.
But there's something irresistable about a gal who, with the help of her friend Mickey, could put on a show at a moment's notice and save a poor town.
Sorry, you were talking about Liza Minelli. Obviously, I'm more aquainted with her mother (thanks to the hundreds of old movies my grandparents continue to show me every time I visit).
Posted by: Helen | February 01, 2002 at 11:10 PM
yikes. I'm doing my trash reading lately with the warhol diaries, and she's just all over it: scorcese and barishnokov, poppers with halston.
and I thought I was thinking too many dead celebrities for this year!
Posted by: Nicole | February 02, 2002 at 03:12 AM
holy god. i cannot believe you have judy garland paper dolls. i bow before you.
Posted by: sakana | February 02, 2002 at 06:51 AM
Judy Garland paper dolls? Were you born in a trunk?
Posted by: J.D. | February 02, 2002 at 07:42 AM
"divine decadence, darling!"
perhaps she's feigning a comeback so she can go out "on top." i can't think of anything worse than dying when you're old and decrepit. anyone can do that. it takes skill to die when you're at peak performance ;).
Posted by: ryan | February 02, 2002 at 01:44 PM
mena, you are kind of kooky, but in the best way. :)
Posted by: denise | February 02, 2002 at 11:24 PM
Kooky. I'm so with that. In the best possible way.
Posted by: Daniel Talsky | February 03, 2002 at 12:38 AM
paper dolls? of judy garland? why? for crying out loud! why? how many do you have? do you make them sing? is there one where she is smiling, i don't think that i have ever seen her smile!
(you're alright still but i find the paper dolls a bit...different)
Posted by: mamatha | February 04, 2002 at 08:04 AM
oh dear. Liz and the Gloved One as maids of honor? Guess that title really does illuminate those who bear it.
Posted by: Melsa | February 04, 2002 at 11:55 AM
oh dear. Liz and the Gloved One as maids of honor? Guess that title really does illuminate those who bear it.
Posted by: Melsa | February 04, 2002 at 11:55 AM
What makes people romanticize such horrid stuff? I suffer from a romanticization of the consumption (perhaps due to too much reading of British Lit and Keats). Whenever I have a bad cold, I find myself proped up, coughing delicately into a tissue and thinking, "this is it...only a little longer. And if only he'd loved me as much as I loved him. He'll be sorry..." And then of course, my cold clears up and I don't die and it all seems so, well, oddly dull and undramatic.
Posted by: megnut | February 04, 2002 at 07:23 PM