On opening night of Candide, Leonard Bernstein visited Barbara Cook’s dressing room to offer her his best wishes. Just before departing he said “Oh, by the way, Callas is out front.”
"Thank you very much. I really needed to know that."
"Forget it. She’d kill for your high E flats."
"Glitter and Be Gay" so stopped the show, company member Tom Pyle used to time the ovation every night.
Anecdotes courtesy of the 2003 reissue liner notes. Also, fun singing fact: at Bernstein’s insistence, Cook sang the “H” before every “Ha” in the coloratura section.
I always appreciated the “H”s in Cook’s rendition. Now I know who I have to thank for this.
I was at Walgreens buying my brother a birthday card. An elderly woman was also in the aisle. She said “can you believe they have wedding cards for two men and look even two women!”
But she then said “I’ve seen so many changes in my 80 years, it’s wonderful how things are moving forward.”
[internal tears of joy]
She then mentioned that she didn’t know any gay people but that everyone should be treated like they would want to be treated. I smiled and said “you know one now” and pointed at myself. She smiled, patted my shoulder and said “now I do”.
Ethel Merman and Jerry Herman celebrate onstage after Hello, Dolly! became the longest running musical in Broadway history.
OMG I LOVE THIS PIC
The Royal Greenhouses of Laeken (Dutch: Koninklijke Serres van Laken, French: Serres Royales de Laeken), are a vast complex of monumental heated greenhouses in the park of the Royal Palace of Laeken in the north of Brussels. It is one of the major tourist attractions of the city.
The complex was commissioned by King Leopold II and designed by Alphonse Balat. Built between 1874 and 1895, the complex was finished with the completion of the so-called “Iron Church”, a domed greenhouse that would originally serve as the royal chapel. The total floor surface of this immense complex is 2.5 hectares (270,000 square feet). 800,000 liters (over 200,000 US gallons) of fuel oil are needed each year to heat the buildings.
The complex can only be visited during a two-week period in April–May each year, when most flowers are in full bloom.
off the top of my head?
oh my goodness
- Ethel Merman as Fosca
- Carol Channing as Desiree Armfeldt
- Nathan Lane as Sweeney Todd
- Patti LuPone as Maria Von Trapp
- Robert Preston as Edna Turnblad
i read the question as “five greatest miscarriages” and i thought it was weird that someone would ask that…
Also, I think Ethel Merman would be great as Peter Pan.
Merman would literally crash through the wall and leave a cartoony silhouette of herself behind.
I imagine something not dissimilar from this:
Well done society.
I swear if this gets any more notes then I fear for the next generation.
I want hug every single one of you
internet hugs for everyone
533,180 this makes me sad
kids threw fucking rocks at me yes i was bullied
Oh my god you guys Persepolis is so good.
On the other hand, there are the girls who grew up not wasting time with dress, makeup, and weight issues, and being given extra courses instead of made fun of when they asked for them, and being admitted to the best uni not on the basis of “extracurriculars” but through a harsh test for which they were prepared as muchas the boys.
And then one of them wins the Fields medal. Before anyone from the West.
I’m not saying Satrapi’s experience of Iran is a lie, but it’s definitely not the only one.
[Once more, I was giving too much for granted!]
I reblogged this image because I was thinking of the women in the West who are indoctrinated for all her life to think about what to wear (with double standards: “don’t be a prude nor a slut” - which is possibly harder to attain than an Iranian “don’t show anything” standard), about how their worth is dependent on getting a man… and how this stress leads them to a life where they don’t have the time to question this system, also because by doing that they would find out that they have wasted a long time of their life and their thoughts.
I didn’t comment because I was too tired to write a decent commentary that wasn’t underestimating the legal (as opposed to only societal) oppression of women in Iran. Even now I hope I didn’t say anything wrong.
(I stumbled on this comic just minutes after reading a quite influential pro-choice self-determination-of-women’s-bodies Italian feminist writing a series of tweets expressing her disgust for fat women who dare to show their bodies in nice bikinis. I remembered how she was always quoting another Italian journalist who, after years of writing a Sex-And-The-City-style column in the newspaper of a notorious anti-choice man, has become known as a feminist, and was also regularly demeaning every woman who didn’t fit the size-zero body type or didn’t care enough for things like fashion and men, and [I forgot to screenshot the Facebook bit] writes things like “of course trans [by which she means trans women, who she refers to in the masculine] are sick, they’re men who want to cut off their dick”. I imagine that my Italian readers can identify both women. End rant.)
oddio, io invece ho il vuoto! sarà che non ho mai letto il Foglio, ma anche se sicuramente le conosco non ho la minima idea di chi queste due siano :( possiamo fare nomi?
Sophia Dembling - The Introvert’s Way: Living a Quiet Life in a Noisy World (via dianekrugers)
so here’s a fun story about this movie. guess who loves this movie? me! i do! i love this movie. i love this movie so much that when i was in the 7th grade and i saw “first wives club 2” on pay per view i was like: HELL YEAH!! FIRST WIVES CLUB TWO!! NO ONE TOLD ME THERE WAS A SEQUEL!!!
here’s the synopsis for first wives club 2:
disgruntled first wives take their ex-husbands’ new lovers under their wing.
sounds great, right? awesome viewing material for a precocious 11-year-old.
so i buy this movie, and like, three minutes into it i’m starting to feel suspicious?? like it’s really low quality and my girls are nowhere in sight?? how come none of the first wives are the same?? how come they’re alone in a bedroom with mood lighting?? why is she taking off her shirt?? why are they both taking off their shirts?? WHY ARE THEY—
here’s what i did not know about first wives club 2:
- it is a lesbian porno of no relation to the beloved 1996 classic.
so of course i, horrified that i’ve accidentally bought porn on my family’s account (and in that state of panic that kids work themselves into whenever anything regarding sex is mentioned), quickly shut off the TV and go upstairs and watch an episode of veggie tales to like, cleanse my soul and apologize to jesus, and that’s that.
EXCEPT, OF COURSE:
- you have to pay for pay per view.
so the end of the month comes and i have completely put this incident out of my mind, haha, i accidentally bought porn, how funny, TELL NO ONE. right? and i’m sitting at a nice dinner with my mother, my stepfather, and my very religious aunt deb, and we’re just talking about farm things, whatever, when suddenly my mother puts her fork down and says, “okay, there’s something we need to discuss. as a family.”
- AS A FAMILY.
and i’m like, running through a list of people i know who could conceivably be dead, and fantasizing about my mother announcing that she’s going to buy me My Own Computer Just Because U Earned It Kiddo, and she pulls out a piece of paper that says DIRECTV across the top. and i’m like: OH NO.
"i received the tv bill today," my mother said, and i was like, shoveling potatoes into my mouth as fast as i could because i knew that when i went to PORN PRISON they weren’t going to feed me this kind of quality starch. "does anybody want to tell me who purchased the pornography?"
as a reminder, a quick table survey:
- my mother, surprised and disappointed by the porn bill (innocent)
- my stepfather, a grumbly old cowboy who just wants to sing along to kenny chesney and watch the hunt for red october (innocent)
- my aunt deb, a super religious catholic whose best friend is a nun named Sister Placid (innocent)
- me, the 11-year-old with a mouthful of potatoes who definitely purchased the lesbian pornography
my mother said, “i’m not going to ask again.”
my aunt looked at my stepdad. my stepdad looked at my aunt. NOBODY LOOKED AT ME, THE 11-YEAR-OLD WITH A MOUTHFUL OF POTATOES WHO DEFINITELY PURCHASED THE LESBIAN PORNOGRAPHY.
my mother shook her head and put the bill down. “this was incredibly inappropriate,” she said. “skip, deb, whoever. buy that shit on your own time. i’m not paying for it. what if molly had seen it?”
- WHAT IF MOLLY HAD SEEN IT?
"don’t expose my kid to that crap."
- MY KID
- TO THAT CRAP
"if you want to watch porn, fine, but do it in private and don’t expect me to pay for it. i can’t believe one of you did that in the living room."
- I CAN’T BELIEVE ONE OF YOU DID THAT
- IN THE LIVING ROOM
but molly, why didn’t you own up to it and explain that it was an accident?
- are you fucking kidding
- i did not want to go to porn prison
the fun conclusion to this story is that i never owned up to it, which means that there are 3 people in the world who have not solved the mystery of the lesbian porn. a quick survey:
- my mother, who lives every day wondering whose porn she paid for
- my stepfather, who probably wishes he knew less about his wife’s sister’s porn preferences
- my aunt, who probably wishes she knew less about her sister’s husband’s porn preferences
but molly, why don’t you own up to it now, with the safety of time and distance and the knowledge that porn prison isn’t real?
- are you fucking kidding
- this is the best thing i’ve ever done
I was going to just reblog the gifset with a joke about being married to an actress and then I read the story.
honestly there is no album cover art in the history of the world that could beat this:
I hate when people say money doesn’t buy you happiness. it does. it buys you financial stability, a nice house, nice cars, nice vacations and trips, healthier food, a better education, etc. like wearing burberry while driving around in an audi would probably make me pretty happy too. but it’s just that rich people often take their comfortable lives for granted and end up being spoiled and ungrateful for what they have
straight people are terrifying they can go as far as to give the girl skeleton a pair of bone titties to indicate its a straight relationship
I will NEVER stop reblogging this.
Yes, and no.
Of course this is part of how terrible the discrimination against same sex marriage is.
But equality is two gays who just met four hours ago at the casino bar and can get married.
Equality is equal rights. For the best and the worst.
Equality is not a prize for being good people. It’s equality for being equally human.
(Side note: at least two gays won’t have get children “by accident” from that drunken meeting. Which is good; but not the point.)