Elizabeth Taylor Dates Larry Fortensky

Benny Reuben: “Man, we’re working in the hot sun and at about 2 p.m. a white Mercedes pulls up and we’re looking at it trying to see who it is, and, Jesus Christ if the door doesn’t open up and it’s Elizabeth Taylor. I’m thinking ‘What the hell is Elizabeth Taylor doing here?’ I’m looking for the cameras, thinking we’re on Candid Camera or something. She walks right over to Larry and plants a big one right on the kisser. And he says, ‘Elizabeth, you can’t be here without a hard hat.’ He hands her one, and she puts it on. I’m thinking, okay, this is a dream. She turns to us and says, ‘Hello boys,’ Most down-to-earth woman you’d ever want to meet. She brought doughnuts, coffee. Afterward, I said, ‘What the hell man? Why didn’t you tell me you were dating Liz Taylor?’ He said, ‘You didn’t ask.’ Like I woulda asked ‘Hey Larry, you dating Liz Taylor?’ Damnedest thing ever. She started coming round regularly after that. We’d be asking, ‘So, Larry, is Liz comin’ today?’ He’d say, ‘You call her Liz and she’ll hit  you over the head with that shovel.’ So we always called her Elizabeth. Classy lady, all around.”

Elizabeth, J. Randy Taraborrelli, 2006, Wagner Books.

Jennifer Arcuri’s Text to Boris Johnson

“Is this the price of loyalty? To be hung up on, ignored and blocked. Why would I remain silent if you can’t even speak to me, and I’ve been nothing but loyal to you?”

Text sent to Boris Johnson, read aloud by Jennifer Arcuri on the BBC’s morning show during the 2019 election campaign. 

“Why are you loyal to him?” the host Victoria Derbyshire asked, after Arcuri had read the text and participated in an hour-long ITV interview about their affair.

“Because outside of what the press are seeing right now, this man who is acting like he is as shallow as a padding [sic] pool. Outside of this personified fake puppet I see. And I don’t mean to discredit him as much as just lay out the fact that I am very upset that he could not man up and pick up the phone and call me.”

I’m not going to be ignored, Dan!

JAG: One Jump Ahead!

“Being one jumpsuit ahead may be all it’ll take to set your style for Fall ’80. The look (and it’s no secret it was lifted directly from airstrips, garages, and the Indy 500) is easy, easy, easy. Street-smart. And fun. What’s more, you can wear the jumpsuit just about everywhere… and we’re betting you will.”

New York Magazine, page 3, July 28, 1980.

Welcome to London!

On the back: “Greetings from London! Present home of human rights Defender Julian Assange.
Julian Assange: Award-winning journalist and publisher, founder of Wikileaks, helped expose corruption and war crimes committed by our Governments.
Tortured for years in central London, then illegally dragged out of the Ecuadorian Embassy and sent to Belmarsh prison, also known as the ‘Guantanamo of the UK.’ Now, the UK may extradite him to the U.S. where he could face the death penalty! Though strongly condemned by the UN his situation is getting worse.
To find out more about this outrageous human rights violation by the British justice system in the centre of London, just scan the QR code or visit the links below.
Stand up for Julian and a FREE PRESS!”

Postcards distributed by defend.wikileaks.org outside Julian Assange’s court appearances.

Betty Friedan’s Sigmund Freud Footnotes

Sigmund Freud, by Max Halberstadt (cropped).jpgThe footnotes in Betty Friedan’s seminal 1963 classic The Feminine Mystique are as good as the text:

“During the years Freud was germinating his sexual theory, before his own heroic self-analysis freed him from a passionate dependence on a series of men, his emotions were focused on a flamboyant nose-and-throat doctor named Fliess. This is one coincidence of history that was quite fateful for women. For Fliess had proposed, and obtained, Freud’s lifelong allegiance to, a fantastic ‘scientific theory’ which reduced all phenomena of life and death to ‘bisexuality,’ expressed in mathematical terms through a periodic table based on the number 28, the female menstrual cycle. Freud looked forward to meetings with Fliess ‘as for satisfying hunger and thirst’. He wrote to him: ‘No one can replace the intercourse with a friend that a particular, perhaps feminine side of me, demands.’ Even after his own self-analysis, Freud expected to die on the day predicted by Fliess’ periodic table, in which everything could be figured out in terms of the female number 28, or the male number 23, which was derived from the end of one female menstrual period to the beginning of the next.”

Footnote 20, for Chapter 5 The Sexual Solipsism of Sigmund Freud, The Feminine Mystique, Betty Friedan, 1963.

Photograph: Max Halberstadt, 1921.

Ronald Reagan Warns the Growers of Topanga

Patti Davis’ The Way I See It is obviously a much better read than Ivanka Trump’s Women Who Work or Chelsea Clinton’s It’s Your World: Get Informed, Get Inspired, and Get Going!. For instance, Patti wrote about growing 8 foot-tall marijuana plants in the ‘rich, black soil’ of the old chicken coop at her secluded bungalow in Topanga Canyon. She aired out her house before her parents came for dinner in 1977. “It was early November,” she recalled, “And what was left of my marijuana crop was in plastic Baggies, hidden under my bed, waiting to be sold.”

“When we moved into the the living room after dinner, my father started talking about  helicopters flying over the canyons, looking for marijuana plants and people to bust.

‘This is the time of year when the plants are harvested,’ he said, settling into an old oak rocker that had cost me about ten dollars at a garage sale. ‘Thank God I harvested mine early,’ I thought… ‘But does he know? Is that why he’s saying this?’ I will never know the answer, but I suspect he was trying to warn me. It wouldn’t look good if his daughter was busted.

‘I have information because of my years as governor,’ he was continuing, ‘and Topanga is one area they’re going to be concentrating on because a lot of people break the law around here and grow drugs. I don’t know if any of your friends…’ His sentence trailed off, and I abruptly changed the subject.

But after they left that night I called several other growers I knew and passed along the information that had been leaked to me– that narcotics agents would soon be circling Topanga in helicopters.

‘Your father told you this?’ one of them said. ‘Sort of like a double agent kind of thing? I mean, he’s giving us tips about when the narcs are coming?’

‘Something like that, I guess. I’m not really sure what his reasons were…’

‘Well, do you think he’d know exactly when the helicopters are coming? Maybe he has the schedule or something.’

My father was very popular in Topanga for the next few weeks. People were camouflaging their marijuana plants because they’d gotten tipped off by the former governor of California that Topanga was a big target area for busts that year. I didn’t hear about anyone getting caught.”

The Way I See It: An Autobiography, Patti Davis, G.P. Putnam’s Sons, 1992.