Thursday, April 18, 2013

Betty? This is Bette.

BD to Elizabeth Montgomery after a spat at Bette's house:

"Betty? When they do the story of my life, you should play me.  And I'm not sure that's a compliment!"

Listen here.  2:20.  It's all very adorable.

I suppose I should note that it could be confusing of me to refer to Bette Davis as BD for short, because her traitor daughter, Barbara Davis, was and still is known to the world as B.D.  It may look lazy to my other middle aged gay Hollywood columnists, but I do like to use initials and B.D. doesn't even count, right?  She wrote a shit book about her mother and ran off to join a Christian cult where she apparently remains.  These seem like poor choices to me.  Now she and her children have nothing to show for their famous lineage but bad attitudes and googly eyes.  Bette cut B.D. entirely out of her will and ended up giving half of her estate to the personal assistant who became a friend and confidant in her last years.

It seems that B.D.'s book was universally rejected as opportunistic and discreditingly fictional slander at the time, particularly by people who had known she and her mother through the years in question.  Perhaps she was seeking to ride the coattails of Christina Crawford and her seemingly more legit "Mommy Dearest," about her childhood with scaryass Joan Crawford.  Even Mommy Dearest is considered to be partly fictional, but who knows what happened behind those hedges.  Like I may have mentioned before, JC seems like she could have been the teacher in Sideways Stories from Wayside School, and that's not a compliment either. 

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