Don’t often talk about the movies in this space, despite my love for them, but for Barbara Stanwyck, born one hundred years ago today, we must make an exception. And must link to a superb essay by Anthony Lane, that ran earlier this year in The New Yorker.
He includes a snatch of dialogue from a l943 movie, "Lady of Burlesque," in which she played a showgirl who had grown up backstage. She described it this way:
I went into show business when
I was seven years old. Two days later the first comic I ever met stole
my piggy bank at a railroad station in Portland. When I was eleven, the
comics were looking at my ankles. When I was fourteen, they were . . .
You said it, sister.