I really try not to post obituaries here. I feel like with each passing day something ever darker is happening. Then Gloria Vanderbilt died. The shows we are watching keep getting darker. I try to give fun topics on the weekend but even they tend to got dark. A simple question about what shows are you watching can turn into comments where people like violent, horror shows. Our reality shows are often vats of misogyny and hatred. Women who don’t brawl are “boring.” People who like one housewife over another send death threats. Sites purportedly about reality TV shows pay to obtain information that will wreck marriages. It’s a lot. I never thought of myself as a snowflake. But, I guess I am. I just wanted this site to be fun.
But the death of Gloria Vanderbilt must be addressed.
My shack in the ghetto is where my mother and father raises four kids, two boys and two girls in the 1950s. I was born here nearly a full generation later. There are three bedrooms, teeny tiny closets in each (one is my library room/office and the closet is the pantry). My parents were very good with money. I purchased the house from the estate as I worked at the school next door and was already living here.
Sorry, I am getting to the Gloria Vanderbilt part. I was raised in Tripoli, Libya where my father worked for Lockheed. There was no TV, very little news from the US. And certainly no fashion. So, I guess that is why I am more like a guy when I shop now. I like to just buy ten of the things I like rather than lust after whatever I am supposed to like.
Meeting Gloria Vanderbilt
So, one year in high school for Christmas my mother gave me eleven sweaters. I love me a sweater to this day. But, my brother told my mother I needed better jeans. I personally didn’t really care. I didn’t become more accustomed to nice things until one day decades later when someone sent me a Christmas tree ornament from Tiffany. Like, I knew such things happened. Just not to me.
My mother, who was very tight with money took me to the mall after this conversation with my brother and bought me Calvin Klein Jeans and two pairs of the Gloria Vanderbilt jeans with the swan. I’ve never been good at fitting in. But that swan did a lot for my cred with the boys. 🙂
So in a sense, Gloria Vanderbilt made me feel beautiful for the first time. And I know she must have done that for a lot people. So it was a hard passing for me. And I adore Anderson Cooper (and don’t have a clue why he hangs out with Andy Cohen). So it was very sad news that I did not want to share. And only did so wondering if any other mere mortal was touched by Gloria Vanderbilt. And apparently based on the link I just inserted, I’ve told this story and was still crazy years ago.
Sorry I was all in my feels and forgot to post this. Which was kind of the point.