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bitter69uk · 21 days
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“The woman onstage is a poofball of black, all silky long legs and fur trim. Her hair is bobbed in a spray of Easter chick yellow. When she talks to the hungry crowd at the Century Club, you can still hear her breathy bedroom voice. She is, as her press release would have it, a “sex kitten on the prowl again.” “I’m Joey, I’m a girl and I’m on the cover of Playboy,” she coos, before promoting her pictorial with an encore of “I Get a Kick Out of You.” If Joey Heatherton is still a girl, then it would seem she’s playing the part again and again until she gets it right. In fact, there’s little visible evidence that the long-ago Rat Pack mascot has reached the lofty age of 52. Just open the current issue of Playboy, where her pink pouty lips and other more intimate trademarks seem almost cryogenically preserved. It wouldn’t be hard to imagine her rising from the ashes of her fast life to sprawl on a TV bed selling Serta mattresses once again.”
/ From the article “When All Else Falters, Airbrush” by Irene Lacher, Los Angeles Times, 1997 /
On this month in showbiz history: A Joey to behold! Sex-kitten-gone-berserk, Las Vegas headliner, Serta mattress spokeswoman, pert platinum blonde entertainer and “triple threat” (actress, singer, dancer) and kitsch icon Joey Heatherton posed for Playboy magazine in the April 1997 issue.  
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enniewritesathing · 5 years
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the lore~
aka all the juicy bits about this version of lycanthropy. although, bc it’s long, I’ll split it into this and then specifically to John.
Lycanthrophy is split into 4 “grades”. Grade 1 are carriers (aka genes are not activated/dormant/latent) but have no chance to turn, but they can pass them on. In this case, John’s mom is a Grade 1. It’s unknown what grade his father was, but most likely Grade 1 as well. Grade 1 lycans typically don’t know about it until their children have gone through their first transformation. 
There are two main ways of lycanthrophy -- cursed by a witch or warlock that knows the spell or inheriting the gene from their parents. A lesser known way is through biting, but this is exclusive to Grade 4 lycans and they are rare.
John is a Grade 2 -- mostly human appearance aside from his eyes, hands, body hair, and teeth. In this case, he’d probably be refered to as “wolf-man or man-wolf”, and can still blend in with the human population in this state. Grades 3/4 are closer to the classical werewolf image.
He cannot shapeshift as a Grade 2, so he is still the same height. There’s some muscle increase but seeing that John is already this, it’s hard to tell.
However, when there’s the rare super moon eclipse, he is a Grade 3 with partial transformation for the duration of the eclipse. It’s... not good.
Lycan and werewolf are used interchangably -- werewolf being the most common term and easier to remember. Lycan is the more formal term.
Lycans have a common trigger for transformation, and that is the moon. It’s been reported that they can avoid it by not being touched by the moon’s light, not looking at it, locking themselves away for their duration or simply staying inside of their place of residence.
In John’s case, he is turned by a supermoon and not a regular full moon; a supermoon is typically 3 or 4 times a year and this makes him stay in his lycan state longer. Grade 3/4 only turn the night on the full moon. Regular full moons for John, he has a marked agitation and is sensitive to everything.
There’s also triggers unique to the lycan and far easy to stop the process. John is prone to turning from extreme emotion (anger and anxiety), so he meditates from time to time in to keep himself in check. 
Lycans are naturally carnivores, but it depends on the lycan themself. John has a marked increase in eating meat when he’s turned, but will still eat fruits and veggies. 
Other than the deer he ate, he doesn’t have a preference for ‘wild’ food. He does get those urges to ‘hunt’... he has caught a rabbit and a couple of birds.
Lycans have the ability to communicate with other animals, or at least, be very in tune with them. 
Yes, John has talked to Spaghetti. It’s not any different from what he does, but the only difference is that they can understand each other. She’s not afraid of him due to the fact she considers him as her dad (one of them anyway) and has looked after her since she was a kitten.
John loves cats as it is, and he really does when he’s turned. Most cats are confused about this until he explains the situation... but still, he respects their space. (Cats? They gossip.)
Dogs are wary of him at first until he states his friendliness (sitting on the floor and being eye level with them). 
They have a fondness for dogs and/or cats. Most likely to adopt a bunch.
A lycan’s body tempurature is higher than a human’s, so they have a penchant of wearing less clothes. For John, it’s shirtlessness, having an open shirt, or a tank top. (But really prefers not wearing a shirt).
Because lycans have heighten senses, they can also be extremely empathic to the point of being “psychic”. They can sense emotions as if they’re experiencing it. They can read “surface” thoughts and can tell if a person is lying or otherwise. 
As John said, lycans chooses their mate carefully because once they give the sacred mark, they are bonded to each other until death. If the lycan is the surviving mate, they will not seek out another one. He mentions that he skipped the courtship part of it, but that’s honestly the dating part. This can take as little as a couple of weeks to years and maybe decades. 
Lycans don’t really have a concept of sexuality, or at least the very least, they are really relaxed about it.
The relationship/bondship may not be necessarily be sexual either.
With the sacred mark on their neck, it grants the lycan’s mate life longevity and age deceleration. So, John and Brian are gonna live for a long time because of this.
Lycans of all grades can live past 120 years. If they don’t do anything stupid. Which is way easier said than done.
They are extremely protective of their mates. I mean... John killed a bear. A big grizzly bear. But they are not possessive.
Lycans are also naturally fiercesome fighters. It’s not farfetched that they participate in combat sports of all types. It’s also an excellent way to keep their aggression in check. John does Muay Thai, but he does not tap in to his lycan side.
Lycans in their human form have near-exotic eye colors, or a ultra bright version of human eye colors. John’s eyes are a striking amber. In low light, they appear to glow.
The first few times transforming is harsh on the body, but the more times a lycan turns, the better they are off, and the faster the process is. Grade 3/4 lycans can transform as fast as 30 seconds. John, after this, learns to transform within 5 minutes.
The point, the start of transformation is the heart, and then it spreads to the rest of the body. Because of that, it causes immense pain and of course, spikes the lycan’s heart rate to an dangerous rate. 
John tells Brian that his heart was stopped six times last in order for him to not transform and have his human side to take back control. This is a way, but it’s a very extreme way and it only works in a specialized controlled environment. He almost dies because of this. 
To compensate for this, lycan hearts are strong (in order to handle the transformation.)
In the notes, it describes transformation as “succumbing to the ocean’s waves.” John interprets this as a sort of meditation.
The reason there are so few lycans is a combination of calculated purges that have dwindled their population to near non-existance over the course of 500 years. 
It is not known how many remain because they’re scattered across the world and extremely elusive. Because of this, there’s no lycan social hierarchy or dynamics; and if they did exist, it wouldn’t be that rigid/strict. (Meaning, John would theorectically be an alpha... not that he’d really adhere to that. He’s not the posturing, aggressive sort.)
Personality wise, lycans do tend to be introverted as to not draw suspiscion, however, they are known to be very social.
Lycans are pretty durable, even if in their human state. 
The stories and myths about lycans stem from Grade 3/4s losing control of themselves and going feral/berserk.
Lycans are allergic to a certain amount of silver; they can still use utensils to eat with. If wounded with silver, depending on how much, the wound takes longer to heal. If shot with silver bullets, it takes two to kill them -- one to the brain and one to the heart (not necessarily in that order). Otherwise, it will severely wound them and even force the lycan to revert back to their human state.
Lycans can heal themselves if the wound isn’t mortal. The bigger it is, the more time it takes, so it can vary between a few seconds to hours, and will leave behind very faint scars. For broken bones, it takes about a day to mend.
Wolfsbane -- of all types -- smell foul to a lycan.
A lycan’s mate smells very sweet to them. (When John turns again and they’re home, he just... sniffs everything.)
They are more likely to remember a person by their scent than by their name. This is especially important when a Grade 3/4 lycan turns.
Lycans do try to be discrete about that, but curiousity tends to take over when met with new situations.
Some don’t have a sense of space. This true for John when he wants something or attention. 
The first transformation usually takes place around the age of 13. Any earlier, a lycan child may be at high risk of dying. This was true for John’s twin brother, Jacob, who turned at the age of 9. John was 11 when he first turned and nearly died. 
The week preceding turning, lycans grades 2-4 experience a fever that is initially low grade (~100.4F) then turns to high grade (103F+).
Depending on the grade (or themself), a lycan does not wear clothing during turning, or at least something that can stretch with their body in order to not rip their clothing (usually spandex for modesty). Clothing feels very abrasive on their skin as well (which is why John tore his off).
Lycans... do howl, but this is more of a Grade 3/4 thing. John has howled before but it’s very soft and low. It’s like a “woooooo”sound. Certain noises do set them off though.
They do share a lot of their behaviors with dogs. Grade 2 lycans can disguise it as quirks, but it is noticable. (for example, when Brian asks a question that starts with “Do you wanna...?” and John immediately perks up.)
Of course, they are naturally hairy and not exclusive to a lycan’s gender. Some prefer to groom and some prefer to rock it. 
Lycans make excellent cuddlers. Especially during the winter time.
Lycans do get along with other occults... but they don’t like the smell of vampires.
And here’s the spicy portion because I’m sure some of ya’ll were looking for it 👀
Lycans do go through heat from 1 to 5 times a year, and lasts about a week. It’s preceded by being extremely horny on main. John goes through it 3 times a year and can happen in either lycan or human form.
There’s little to no refractory period -- aka cooldown.
John is pretty mindful of Brian’s rules but boy is he annoying until he says it’s okay to go. He is also mindful of teeth and claws but Brian doesn’t mind that. (Or his tongue.)
Sex can last hours and can happen multiple times a day during heat.
This is when most bond marks are made, and typically made on the neck. Other locations include inner thigh, hand (around the thumb area), upper arm, shoulder, collarbone, or if the lycan is really cheeky... the ass cheek.
Some lycans have sex in their human form because of convenience. Some. This doesn’t exactly apply to Grade 2 lycans because they’re still human-shaped. 
Sex can also be a little rough and tends to leave marks behind.
There are... some enhancements. 
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Mansfield 66/67 First Trailer (2017)
Mansfield 66/67 First Trailer (2017)
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Who could resist cheering for Jayne Mansfield — the punk Marilyn Monroe and the ultimate atomic-era sex-positive kitten-gone-berserk — as she navigates the cultural and spiritual landscape of a quickly changing world.
Defined by her hunger for publicity, she was impossible to categorize though the headlines her life inspired certainly tried: Can…
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bitter69uk · 7 months
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“Just when Jayne was in need of new hairstyles came the Great Wig Robbery of 1965. When the US banned human hair imports from Communist countries, wigs suddenly became worth their weight in gold. In February 1965 a band of well-organized crooks hit Wigtowne’s warehouse in Brooklyn. The thieves broke in through the skylight and then through a first-floor wall and made off with $60,000 worth of goods, including four extra-fancy “nude white” wigs (worth $1,200 apiece) set aside for Jayne, and seventeen wigs that customers had left to have restyled. On their way out, the gang also pilfered an astonishing $15,000 worth of false eyelashes. Wigtowne was not the only target in that year’s hair heists. That same week salesman Alfred Averell was arrested with $111,000 worth of hot wigs and hairpieces stolen from his employers, Sylvester & Sons. He was nabbed when his getaway driver left hair hanging out the back of the truck, and police thought it was a murder or kidnapping.”
Eve Golden reporting on Jayne Mansfield’s 1965 wig crisis in the essential 2021 biography Jayne Mansfield: The Girl Couldn’t Help It.
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bitter69uk · 9 months
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29 July is National Lipstick Day! Pictured: Jayne Mansfield between scenes of The George Raft Story (1961).
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bitter69uk · 1 month
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Documentary evidence that glorious sex-kitten-gone-berserk Jayne Mansfield really did dot her "i" with a heart.
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bitter69uk · 3 months
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“On January 4, Jayne (wearing a leopard-skin cape, hat and muff) told Louella Parsons, “We are going to have a very quiet wedding and then we’ll fly to Dallas where my mother plans to give a reception for our friends there.” Then everyone had a good laugh and went to work on the real plans. The happy couple held another press event, showing off her ring and trousseau. They sent out one hundred invitations (on pink paper, of course). “This is one time I don’t want a lot of publicity,” Jayne unconvincingly told the assembled reporters and cameramen. (“It just happens that most of her friends are newspapermen,” said Jim Byron). Jayne and Mickey chose January 13 for the wedding date, “because Mickey and I met on the 13th. He won the Mr. Universe contest on the 13th and got his American citizenship on the 13th. I just love that number.” Jayne added, “I’m so happy. We’re both on a pink cloud.” Jayne picked the Wayfarer’s Chapel in Palos Verdes for the wedding – designed by Lloyd Wright (son of Frank Lloyd Wright) in the 1940s, it was a modernistic glass and wood building that looked like the skeleton of a church. Glass was the key factor here: people who couldn’t get into the wedding could still see it – and photograph it. The only concern being would they crash through the walls in a disaster of blood and shards? “I want the ceremony to be serious and serene,” Jayne reiterated. “It’s going to be entirely free of photographers. Except maybe just one, from the studio. Well, I don’t suppose I can keep the photographers away if they want to come.” Andrew Carthew of the Daily Herald wrote that Jayne described the wedding, “with some slight irreverence, as the Greatest Publicity Stunt in History.”
/ From the 2021 biography Jayne Mansfield: The Girl Couldn’t Help It by Eve Golden /
On this day 66 years ago (13 January 1958), quintessential show business couple Jayne Mansfield and Miklós "Mickey" Hargitay married. Their tumultuous on-and-off relationship would play out within the flashbulbs of international paparazzi. They would have three children together, perform together on film and onstage in Las Vegas, ultimately divorcing in 1964. (Mansfield would die in 1967, Hargitay in 2006).
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bitter69uk · 1 year
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“People, remember this name: Ann-Margret. Simple and easy, just like the girl herself. Ann-Margret, 19, is the girl who will become the biggest Swede in Hollywood since Greta Garbo and Ingrid Bergman. She's a sexy, beautiful, intelligent, ambitious, green-eyed brunette. She sings, dances and acts. Critics have said: "She moves like Elvis, we call her 'The Animal, her voice should be X-rated, she's filming with Bette Davis, she stars with Pat Boone and Bobby Darin.” Audiences have said: "She's what's happening in show business". One of her records has sold 1 million copies, and for a long time she's been on the hit lists. So, here's the advice one more time - remember this name: Ann-Margret. She's already big, and she'll be bigger still.” 
/ The Swedish magazine Bild Journalen hyperventilating over hot new starlet-of-the-moment Ann-Margret in 1961, when her image was being pitched somewhere between “female Elvis” / “New Marilyn” (or “New Rita Hayworth”) and “America's answer to Brigitte Bardot”. (You can tell this article is early in her career because the most famous of devilish redheads is still a brunette!) / 
Today should be a religious holiday: triple threat (actress, singer, dancer), Valsjöbyn’s finest export and quintessential sex-kitten-gone-berserk the fabulous Ann-Margret (born 28 April 1941) turns 82! Coincidentally, she recently dropped Born to Be Wild, a collection of rock’n’roll standards and her first new album in years. It’s as bizarre and kitsch as you’d expect from A-M – and merits a whole separate post! Pictured: Ann-Margret in 1968.
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bitter69uk · 4 months
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“It was a successful holiday. The kids had a good time and there were lots of presents. Zoltan got special treatment of course, as well as a robot, a bat, baseballs, a kickstand for his bike and plenty of other things. Jayne was happy to have Zoltan home and happy to have been on the front page for three weeks. She wasn’t callous about Zoltan’s injury. She was terribly upset, but it was natural for her to think of telling the press. She was accustomed to reading about herself and she knew the public would be interested. The news was made, and Jayne wasn’t going to suppress it. She had worked for years to become news and her reward was having the press cooperate with her. There were pictures of Jayne and Zoltan, Jayne, Sam and Jayne, Mickey and Jayne and Zoltan, Jayne and Zoltan on the front pages of newspapers all across the country. Jayne’s grief was transcontinental.”
/ From Jayne Mansfield and the American Fifties by Martha Saxton (1975) /
Pictured: Christmas day 1966 at the Pink Palace, Jayne Mansfield’s final Christmas. (Her fatal car crash was in June 1967). On 27 November 1966 Mansfield and her children were visiting Jungleland USA, a zoo and theme park in the San Fernando Valley, when in a freak accident her six-year-old son Zoltan was severely mauled by a lion. After surgery and weeks of recuperation, Zoltan was allowed home on Christmas morning to be greeted by a twenty-foot tree, a towering mound of gifts and – and perhaps inevitably – a houseful of photographers and journalists. As Mansfield’s most recent biographer Eve Golden recalls in The Girl Couldn’t Help It (2021), “A reporter asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up, and Zoltan – his mother’s son when it came to a good quip – told him, “A lion tamer.””
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bitter69uk · 8 months
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“Not surprisingly, Mickey played Hercules, well-oiled and wearing what seemed to be a very short skating skirt adorned with leather suspenders. Unlike any other male in the movie, Mickey is tanned and greased and so muscle-bound that he can’t walk with his arms at his sides but looks like some kind of great, jerky mechanical bear. The plot, very sketchily, has Mickey’s first wife murdered. He sets out to seek revenge, meets a black-haired tribal queen and falls in love in nine minutes. The black-haired queen is played by Jayne, wearing a black wig and a padded bra. It was some kind of gravitational miracle that she didn’t fall over with all that frontage on her. At any rate, she and Hercules have to overcome a lot of obstacles to their love, including the murderous impulses of the red-haired Amazon queen who captures Hercules. Jayne plays the Amazon queen in a different wig but the same bra. The movie is dubbed in a variety of accents so that Mickey delivers Shakespearean English, Jayne West Coast American and the others sound indigenous to locales between Los Angeles and London … Jayne’s dual roles were an object lesson in male fantasy. She gets to play the demanding, emasculating woman men fear and the demure, passive woman they want.”
/ From Jayne Mansfield and the American Fifties by Martha Saxton, 1975 /
Released in Italian cinemas 63 years ago today (19 August 1960): “sword-and-sandals” peplum film The Loves of Hercules (aka Hercules vs the Hydra) starring fabulous fame-crazed husband and wife duo Mickey Hargitay and Jayne Mansfield, made in Cinemascope at the height of the “Hollywood on the Tiber” era. In the UK at least, this movie is seemingly impossible to see. Over the years some scratchy, faded versions have surfaced on YouTube – but always dubbed exclusively in Italian! Where oh where is the 4K restoration English language director’s cut Blu-ray?
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bitter69uk · 1 year
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“She’s a role model, a mentor. She had so much aplomb. She’d wear spiked heels and gold lamé to take out the garbage. She literally lost her head. She started taking acid and cocaine and had the Church of Satan living in her house. I saw her as a child. I think that’s why I’m fascinated by her. She opened a shop in Sacramento, and I remember she was with this man, and she looked really big, and she had a really big hairdo, and I remember it was full of dirt. Tons of dirt stuck to her hairspray. I thought, Man – she’s so intense! I’ve been fascinated by her ever since.” 
/ Poison Ivy Rorschach discussing Jayne Mansfield in an interview by the fabulous Siân Pattenden for the November 1994 issue of Select magazine / 
It’s entirely appropriate and no surprise that “Addams Family of Punk” The Cramps venerated kitsch icon Jayne Mansfield (cinema’s sultan of sleaze John Waters, too, has been voluble on Mansfield’s impact on his campy sensibility). The Cramps referenced the sex kitten-gone-berserk at least twice in their lyrics: “Is this the way Jayne Mansfield died?” frontman Lux Interior leered on “Bend Over, I’ll Drive” from Look Mom, No Head! (1991). Later, he’d brag “I'm the feathered serpent of the Aztecs / I've weathered the invasion of the insects / I invented the Jayne Mansfield Nuclear project / The Pope genuflects to gain my respect” from “Confessions of a Psycho Cat” on Big Beat from Badsville (1997). In terms of Poison Ivy’s reflections above: like many of her Hollywood peers Mansfield would have popped “dolls” and diet pills and it’s speculated Mansfield experimented with LSD, but I’ve never seen cocaine consumption documented anywhere. (Jayne’s primary vice was alcohol). Mansfield’s fleeting dalliance with Anton LaVey (“Black Pope” of the Church of Satan) was a publicity stunt and he certainly never lived at the Pink Palace. And her recollection of Mansfield opening a store in Sacramento feels like a half-remembered David Lynch-ian fever dream! But some of Mansfield’s bouffant wigs in the sixties were pretty disheveled, so it could be true!
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bitter69uk · 6 months
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In 1964, then-23-year-old starlet Ann-Margret bared her soul to 16 Magazine about her “hates and loves” (or, as they put it at the time: “Here they are - the deep-down, intimate secrets of your favourite new star!”). I think Ann-Margret speaks for all of us here! (Please don’t tell me some publicity agent or anonymous hack cobbled this together – the disillusionment would be overwhelming). Pull up a chair – this is one LONG mutha of list.
She hates for anyone to yell at her. She cried the first time a bandleader loudly chewed her out for being late to a rehearsal.
She hates dresses with lots of ruffles and frills. They make her feel like "... a Christmas tree!"
She hates vegetables - especially cooked spinach.
She hates to cook or anything to do with the kitchen.
She hates people who say nasty things about other people whom they don't even know.
She hates the fact that no matter how she rushes, she has a tendency to be late.
She hates to see too much make-up on a woman.
She hates to see an animal hurt.
She hates people who "...kid around with someone's emotions".
She hates gossip of any sort.
She hates rain.
She hates herself when she fluffs a song or dance, even during a rehearsal.
She hates people who think that show business is all whipped cream and glamour. Ann-Margret says: "It's one of the toughest professions in the world".
She hates it when people call her a star. "Right now, I am just a very fortunate girl", she earnestly maintains. "A star is someone who sustains, like Bette Davis".
She hates for people to try and pry into her personal life.
She hates the thought of sitting still for more than five minutes at a time.
She hates to have to straighten up her room.
She hates reports that she dates just for publicity.
She hates for people to tell her how to run her life.
She hates grey days and grey colours.
She hates people who complain and feel sorry for themselves.
She hates it when there is a mechanical failure in her car or motor scooter.
She hates to be told she ought to act such-and-such a way, because "... it's the thing to do".
She hates herself for being so painfully shy when it comes to meeting new people.
She hates jealousy of any kind.
She hates aggressive girls who brag that they can twist a man round their little finger.
She hates to get up early in the morning.
She hates prejudice in any form.
She hates to diet.
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She loves going to football and basketball games.
She loves to ride her motor scooter through the Hollywood hills.
She loves a steak.
She loves to wear dark glasses.
She loves animals of all sorts.
She loves chocolate malts for breakfast.
She loves a windy night.
She loves big, shaggy sweaters.
She loves performing for a live audience.
She loves saving things. She has a huge chest, hand-carved by an uncle in Sweden, in which she stores all her mementoes.
She loves sad movies - even though they make her cry.
She loves the colour black.
She loves to sleep under lots of blankets.
She loves pizza with ginger ale.
She loves browsing through family photo albums.
She loves Cantonese food.
She loves talking on the phone. She has two "Princess" models in her bedroom.
She loves waterskiing.
She loves collecting stuffed animals - the pride of her collection is a huge lavender poodle Eddie Fisher gave her in New York. She took it back to California on the plane - strapped in the seat next to her.
She loves flowers and greenery of any sort.
She loves baked potatoes with sour cream, chives and butter.
She loves to travel - especially back to Sweden for a visit with relatives.
She loves the name Skuby. So far, it's the "handle" for her Yorkshire terrier (also a gift from Eddie Fisher).
She loves her red motor scooter and her red compact convertible car.
She loves window-shopping.
She loves the excitement of Las Vegas.
She loves watching parades.
She loves laughing and seeing others laugh.
She loves working with Elvis Presley.
She loves weddings. Last year she was maid of honour at the nuptials of Sharon Louver of Summit, N.J., and Joanie Stremmel, of Wilmette, Ill., both of whom had been her best friends since the sixth grade. She caught Janie's bouquet!
She loves dancing - especially the Twist.
She loves the new house she bought for herself and her parents in fashionable Benedict Canyon.
She loves the beach - day or night.
She loves Marlon Brando's acting.
She loves little children.
She loves Capri pants.
She loves candlelight dinners.
She loves watching TV.
She loves Sammy Davis, Jr. and Elvis Presley records.
She loves modern furniture.
She loves being alone for a certain part of every day.
She loves her good luck charms - a miniature red horse, ivory Buddha, smooth beach pebble and tiny hula doll named "Jungle Julie".
She loves writing in her diary.
She loves playing a jukebox.
She loves holding deep philosophical conversations.
She loves suede jackets.
She loves riding a bicycle.
She loves to write letters and receive them. Write to her at 8966 Sunset Boulevard, Hollywood, California.
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bitter69uk · 1 year
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“Jayne seemed happy being completely out of her mind, as this sort of extreme glamour person.”
The People’s Pervert John Waters encapsulating the appeal of his all-time favourite movie star, sex kitten-gone-berserk Queen Jayne Mansfield. Judging by her bouffant coiffure and the presence of her last boyfriend Sam Brody, this paparazzi shot dates from the end of Mansfield’s life.
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bitter69uk · 5 days
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“Her greatest desire in life was to be a glamorous movie star; by allowing press and filmmakers to satirize her image as a sex object, she actually achieved her aim for a brief period from 1956 to 1960. Despite her oversized mammaries she was not a dumb blonde as far as her career was concerned and she parlayed a modicum of talent and a maximum of flesh to international fame. Along the way she made some surprisingly good films … It was easy to laugh at Mansfield, but today her achievements look greater than her detractors allowed at the time.” / From The Illustrated Encyclopedia of The World’s Great Movie Stars by Ken Wlaschin, 1979 / Today is a holy day! Lobotomy Room’s Patron Saint, berserk glamour girl par excellence and the punk Marilyn Monroe (or the drag queen’s Marilyn Monroe), Jayne Mansfield (19 April 1933 - 29 June 1967) was born 91 years ago on this day. (To put it in perspective, Mansfield is the same age as Joan Collins, would be just a bit older than Brigitte Bardot or Sophia Loren and two years younger than Mamie Van Doren). Revered by the likes of John Waters, Divine and The Cramps (“She’s a role model, a mentor. She had so much aplomb. She’d wear spiked heels and gold lamé to take out the garbage,” Poison Ivy would exclaim in a 1994 interview), for me sex kitten Mansfield is virtually a sacred figure, the eternal publicity hungry starlet, Hollywood Babylon made flesh, the cooing and squealing hourglass-contoured personification of atomic-era kitsch. Don a ratty blonde wig, drink pink champagne and hug a Chihuahua today in her memory! Pictured: Mansfield in 1964.
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bitter69uk · 10 months
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“It's divoon, oh it's serene / In the fountains pink champagne / Someone carving their devotion / In the heart-shaped pool of fame …”
/ Lyrics from the 1991 single “Kiss Them for Me” by Siouxsie and The Banshees /
Today marks a holy and solemn occasion: Jayne Mansfield (19 April 1933 – 29 June 1967) - Hollywood Babylon made flesh, the punk Marilyn Monroe and the ultimate mid-twentieth century sex kitten-gone-berserk revered by the likes of John Waters, Divine and The Cramps (“She’s a role model, a mentor. She had so much aplomb,” Poison Ivy would note approvingly. “She’d wear spiked heels and gold lamé to take out the garbage”) - died on this day 56 years ago aged just 34. Here she is where it all began – in her film debut in the tawdry 1955 b-movie Female Jungle (which is on YouTube last time I checked). “I saw myself onscreen for the first time and it was love at first sight,” Mansfield would later recall. For me too, Jayne! For me, too! Wear a ratty blonde wig, drink some pink champagne, or cuddle a chihuahua today in Mansfield’s memory
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bitter69uk · 1 year
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Wishing everyone a very Jayne Mansfield Easter!
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