"She had a pink couch. A long, bright pink couch
with white
satin pillows. Cathy told me about it.
It sounds so Doris Day, doesn't it? Bright pink, lipstick pink."
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Reynold Brown [Public domain]
Whether God-given or Clairol-tinted, all Hollywood blondes
are not created equal.
Take the bombshell blitz of the ’50s and ’60s. Marilyn
Monroe was the alpha goddess, while Grace Kelly was the class act. Bringing up
the shapely rear were vampy Kim Novak, campy Jayne Mansfield and trampy Mamie
Van Doren.
But existing on a more approachable perch was the Doris Day.
Her brand of beauty came sprinkled with freckles. She was one of us and we
loved her for it. And we’ll remember her all the more for it, too, now that the
versatile singer, actress, TV star, animal activist and radiant icon of sunny,
funny femininity has died early Monday at age 97 at her home in Carmel,
California.