She wasn’t sultry or even particularly sexy; Madonna would have had her for lunch.
But when it came to budding femininity and doe-eyed vulnerability—the kind of pom-pom cuteness a boy would ask to the prom—no actress, past or present, could ever compete with Sandra Dee.
But I’m still scared of what will happen if drinks are offered.
I’m no longer living for the studio, my mother, Bobby.
I’d never told them my story, but I knew I would have to before I went public. After I told them what I was going to say, Aunt Olga said, “Sandy, you haven’t done anything wrong. Hold your head up high.” For the first time, I’m realizing she’s right. And I no longer have to be frightened of what other people are going to think of me.
In real life I have my mother’s sister, Aunt Olga, and my uncle Peter, that’s it.
Jon Hamm may have a huge dick, but ever since it came out that he was involved in violent, sexual frat hazing in college, HE just seems like a big dick. But I do wonder if the other poster (who seems to have some inside knowledge) is saying that Chris is a narcissistic operator.
As the perky headliner of such romantic comedies as Gidget and Tammy Tell Mc True, as well as the guilt-ridden good-girl-in-trouble of churning melodramas like Imitation of Life and A Summer Place, Dee was a guaranteed box office draw. It just took me 30 years to feel the full impact and confront the truth. I called my doctor and said, “I don’t have the energy to move. After nearly seven years of marriage, he did that to me. Bobby saw me as a woman capable of making decisions on my own, and I think he got scared.
In 1960 she eloped at 18 with crooner Bobby Darin, 24, whose own career was soaring thanks to hits such as “Mack the Knife” and “Splish Splash.” Her storybook life seemed complete. One day not long after they were married, my mother and dad and I went out for breakfast. If I couldn’t control my body or my brassiere size, I could control what I put in my mouth. My mother found me unconscious on the bathroom floor. Give me a happy pill.” The pills, dexa-somethings, made me feel so good I zipped through the day. When I got home from work the next day, his clothes were gone. A few days later a friend called to say Bobby wasn’t returning.
Because Michael Fassbender's been such a "Wait Just a Minute and Let Me Take My Pants Off" kind of actor, he always comes up.
But then there are always those nasty stunt dick rumors so I don't know what to believe about him.
I didn’t go outside for nearly four months and lived off my savings.