Friday, 4 June 2010

The Golden Girls: A Golden Age

What's with everything going KAPUT? T'is common knowledge that we have ZERO power over the almighty force that is the Grim Reeper. But come on! It's Summer, that's the one right after Spring; the blossoming has progressed and now it's time for development and growth. The sunshine and temporality of life should be enough of an incentive. Yet the existence of people and print alike is ceasing before my very eyes. Just last night I hear the news that a third Golden Girl has died. Our beloved silver foxes that kept us entertained during our impressionable stages in life, soaking it in like a sponge, are dropping like flies.

Since 2008, 1 Golden Girl has died per year. It was Estelle Getty who first left the mother ship followed by Bea Arthur in 2009 and today in 2010 we celebrate the life of Rue McLanahan. The lady that once played the bawdy, sexually liberated Blanche Deveraux, for a good part of her life. Today she leaves us reruns of an Emmy Award winning show that always came back to that kitchen table. From 1982 a whole decade of GGs was laid out for us. That kitchen table bore witness to their inane conflicts, dreams and tantrums yet succesfully managed to entertain the world over. The Golden Girls proved that a lady doesn't have to be a Gossip Girl to gain warranted and well-deserved attention. To this day The Golden Girls has more balls and sensibility than many of its predecessors.

If there is a god, LEAVE BETTY WHITE ALONE.

A day later I receive news of another death; that of Australia's Ralph Magazine. It's inky pages have fallen victim to the Internet. The impalpable net has used its main source of fuel; the one of instant gratification as a pseudo kryptonite against its veteran competitor; the printed publication. It seems some may fall yet others still stand.

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