I’m just finishing up a re-read of Bette and Joan: The Divine Feud, which I first read in college. I bewail the fact that we don’t have rivalries like that anymore. What even comes close? Aniston & Jolie? Neither of them could hold a candle to these broads.
I was around 11 when the film version of Mommie Dearest came out, and I was immediately obsessed. I somehow managed to get a copy of the book when I was 13 — around the time of the infamous picture. I have been drawn to scandal and camp (or scandalous camp, or campy scandal) for as long as I can remember.
By the time I was in college, I was squarely Team Bette. I thought she was the better actress, plus the little old ladies who subscribed to my college’s theatrical season would always make a point of telling me that onstage, I gave shades of Bette (I still don’t see it). Anyway, in re-reading this, I have something of a better appreciation for Joan. Maybe it’s time to give Mommie Dearest another read.
(I will say that Joan was totally right about the wire hangers. Never keep your clothes on those things, folks.)