You Don't Have To Wear Fur. They

'feminist Comedy,' Practically An Oxymoron, Had A Couple Of Good Years After Wwii. Chalk It Up To The Forced Female Autonomy That Occurred During Wartime, When Rosie The Riveter Went To Work In The Factories, Constructing The Allies' War Machines While Taking Charge Of The Finances, The Home, And The Children.

I Think It Jumps Generations. You Get A Screwball In One, And Then The Next One Is Straight, Then You Get A Screwball. My Grandmother Was Goofy, My Mother Was Straight.

My Solo Albums Were Each Like A Half-finished Puzzle; They Represented Only The Beginning Of A Full Picture. Simply Put, They Were Inadequate And Incomplete.

It's A Bit Difficult To Get Hippies Organized Into Anything, But I Think If They Get Annoyed Enough With The Stuff That's Going Down, They're Capable Of Showing Up. So Anything They Consider Important, They'll Be There.

When I Was Between The Ages Of Five And Nine, The Soldiers Of The Second World War Wanted To Have Betty Grable, But I Wanted To Be Betty Grable. She Was The Epitome Of An Alluring Woman; She Had It All As Far As I Was Concerned.