Saturday, May. 10, 2003 - 11:08 am
Um... I'm sorry.
This relationship just isn't working for me.
I'm at www.dailypreciousness.org now. So change that bookmark.
Stunning news. I found out last night, over a steaming plate of homemade etouffee, that Linda Carter married a local lawyer and lives somewhere in the immediate vicinity.
Suddenly, I visualized what it would be like to run into Wonder Woman herself in the grocery store or at the dentist's office! The red, white and blue outfit! Those boots! That golden lasso of TRUTH!
Would I be able to control the urge to spin and use my imaginary bracelets to fend off stray bullets? Would I resist the temptation to pretend to lasso her with my magic lasso? Would I check outside and comment that her invisible jet was parked in the fire lane?
Or would I just comment on those pouty lips of hers? Of course, she's got to be, like, 80 by now. But I grew up watching her show. In grad school, I would watch it every weekday morning with reckless, carefree abandon. She was not an idol in the usual sense of the word, but I respected her for her relentless style under pressure, finesse with that golden lasso, and her ability to spin with precision and control. (Sadly, with my chronic anemia, spinning is very difficult for me. I tend to fall down afterwards because of low iron in my blood. I'm currently in counseling for this.)
Anyway, I count the days until I run into Linda Carter. I will smile and introduce myself. I will tell her about her amazing portrayal of an Amazonian princess. I will make her know how very special she was to me at an early age. Most of all, I will ask for her to spin for me. And, despite the possibility of anemia-induced spinning out of control, I will spin with her. (Thanks to the anonymous helper who informed me that it was Linda Carter, not Linda Hamilton -- another bada$$ biy@tch who can dish it out better than she can take it.)
