tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18369530.post113563659250252445..comments2023-06-29T13:25:30.567+02:00Comments on The Editrix' Roncesvalles: Clay Feet and Much Overrated LegsThe_Editrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07529769143608862966noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18369530.post-31685418044879580842010-07-09T10:39:18.786+02:002010-07-09T10:39:18.786+02:00That is a good question and the answer would suppo...That is a good question and the answer would support my "attention whore" theory.<br /><br />Gosh, it will never cease to amaze me how that entirely talent-free woman could become a superstar.The_Editrixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07529769143608862966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18369530.post-20873979635515233782010-07-08T16:48:32.268+02:002010-07-08T16:48:32.268+02:00A Jack Kirby anecdote: Kirby served in Patton'...A Jack Kirby anecdote: Kirby served in Patton's army group till he was invalided out (frozen feet) in the winter of '44. He remembered a number of unbelievably absurd scenes from the war (one day, he swears that some German troopers lined up with his own comrades to get an American lunch), of which one that stuck in his memory was this: there was his unit, exhausted from a long march and some fighting, muddy, wet and stinky. An officer appears out of nowhere and orders them to go see Marlene Dietrich. Someone tries to talk sense to the officer - the men have had hard duty, they're tired, they need rest and washing - and he starts yelling along the lines of, we've got Marlene Dietrich here, now go and watch her! I don't suppose that was her fault, just some jumped-up self-important twerp such as all armies have; but Mr. Kirby used to wonder, and I would too, just what kind of satisfaction would have given her to be performing for a bunch of filthy, half-dead GIs who wanted nothing more than a good sleep.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com