Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward at the 1958 Academy Awards for which Joanne won Best Actress for The Three Faces of Eve.
Whether out of nerves, perversity, or hardheaded independence, Joanne did all she could to talk down her chances of winning the Oscar. “Deborah Kerr will win,” she announced on the red carpet of the Pantages Theater on Oscar night. And that wasn’t her most self-deprecating gesture. She revealed that the green taffeta gown she was wearing at the big show had been made not by a famed designer but rather by her: “I spent a hundred dollars on the material, designed the dress, and worked on it for two weeks.” The gesture shocked Joan Crawford, for whom Joanne had been named. “Joanne Woodward is setting the cause of Hollywood glamor back twenty years by making her own clothes,” she fumed. “I’m almost as proud of that dress as I am my Oscar,” Joanne replied when she was told of the comments. Eight years later she presented the screenwriting Oscars while dressed in an expensive gown designed by William Travilla and declared, “I hope that it makes Joan Crawford happy.” It was Joanne’s night, though, despite her crimes against fashion.
“The trick of enjoying New York is not to be so busy grinding your way to the center of the earth that you fail to notice the sparkle of the place, a scale and a kind of wonder that puts all human endeavors in their proper place.”
Promoting this because I'd call but I'd probably end up rambling on about my fear of taxes.
I'm doing a test run of a new thing tomorrow and I need your help
Hello!
Chris Gethard here. I hope you all are well. I am good. We are already hard at work on the new version of The Chris Gethard Show for Fusion television. We’re editing twenty of our back episodes so the network can use them to get their viewers acquainted with our show. They’re coming out funny. It is cool to be a part of this thing.
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One thing I really love about TCGS is talking to regular people from all over the world. It’s fun and fascinating and I think I’ve gotten pretty good at it. And, I really miss it already in the few weeks since the show has gone dark.
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I’m trying something tomorrow. It’s the test run of a new podcast. If it goes well it might become a thing. If it doesn’t go well, I will be glad I tried.
Here’s what it will be, and how you can be a part of it -
I've had an innumerable amount of anxiety-ridden panic attacks throughout the last year and this is the first time I've read something that perfectly exemplifies how I feel when I'm going through it.
"Hold on," I text my boyfriend, "I’m having another panic attack."
I put the phone down and I sit on my bed, which feels sort of like any scene in Beetlejuice you can think of. I wait for something to swallow me whole, patiently. I am almost so used to this it gets boring, to feel the waves.
The first year I went to Fest was on a whim, with a ticket bought while drunk. I drove down to the annual punk music festival in Gainesville, Florida, and crashed in a double hotel room with seven white dudes. Fest is a lost weekend of sloppy music and sloppier crowds, a beer-soaked vacation. I didn’t regret it.On the second night—a particularly long one in which I found myself falling asleep in a dive bar as a loud band played—I wandered to the back bathroom to splash water on my face and wake up.