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#11 BEACH MUSIC: A time of tans, blonds and hot pants

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IT WAS A TIME OF TANS, BLONDS AND HOT PANTS, WHEN THE ENDLESS SUMMER WAS JUST A SHORT WALK DOWN A HOT SIDEWALK
Beach Music, an On the Street Where I Livestories is really a tale of two cities; San Juan, Puerto Rico and Santa Monica, California. It was originally published in the LA Times Sunday Magazine.


Beach Music We came to California from Canada, with a detour to Puerto Rico that lasted one endless summer of a year. A year in which I turned 15, and my hair turned blond from living in the sun. “Psst,” the boys and men would call after me in the blue-cobbled streets of San Juan. “Psst! Hey, blondie. Psst! Hey, cutie pie.” I was devastated when my parents said we had to go, that it was time to leave the island so that my older brother, Russell, could get a first rate education. The plan was to drive cross country from Miami and settle in San Francisco so that my brother could finish high school before going on to UC Berkeley. But, once we got there in the fall of 1968, we found that …

Baby, You Can Drive My Car ... especially if your name is Carey Mulligan

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I shared a new featurette on my book to movie site, Chapter1-Take1 this morning. It's a promo video for Far From the Madding Crowd starring Carey Mulligan. If you're curious Chapter1-Take1 is where I follow what's happening in the world of screen adaptations. Don't snigger; I know it's dorky: you've got your hobbies, your sports teams, your kitty cat videos, your bacon addiction, you've got your geeky guide to whatever, I've got mine. I shared this with my readers over there this morning—there are a few more of them than there are of you—but in lieu of something with more heft, here ya go.
Carey Mulligan's broken down car in Drive was my husband's embarrassing clunker
Because I live in Hollywoodland and I'm married to a guy who works in Hollywoodland, every once in a great while, the people I write about are people I've met somewhere along the line in this non-city. As it happens I met Carey once.She wouldn't remember in a zillion year…

Hey Cinderella! Get your own life.

If you follow me at Chapter1-Take1 you know I'm conflicted about this week's newest Disney release,a live action Cinderella directed by Kenneth Branagh. Bizarre timing considering it's International Women's Week! Is it a fun, frothy, girlish fantasy or is it another example of women unable to part with a deeply buried inner Cinderella complex; that outmoded desire to have Prince Charming come along and rescue us. To save us from the mundane business of succeeding in the world, an issue that really came to the fore in the 70's when I was coming of age and the women's movement was liberating many of my fellow boomer females from our apron strings. We were suddenly free to go out into the world just like the men. Ah, but what to do when we got there? We knew how to be wives and mothers, that was imprinted on our feminine DNA, but how to climb the corporate ladder, how to make our way in the new world? Colette Dowling who coined the term The Cinderella Complex, in …