Growing up in the 1960s, I — like so many American boys — recognized beauty when I saw it. Fact is, I had a bit of a crush (if not other emotions) for Goldie Hawn, Ann Margaret, and Raquel Welch. Despite growing up in an area that was about as far from a foreign film hotbed as you could get (and a mother determined to save me from the evils of rock and roll as well as godless foreign sexpots), I became aware of beauties like Diana Rigg, Claudia Cardinale, and Brigitte Bardot. The two latter turned the pout into a sexy art form.
Brigitte Bardot retired early but still managed to pop up in various places and media over the years. While I appreciated her work on behalf of animals, I also have to admit she pushed it well beyond my comfort zone on occasion. I will also admit that when I learned how she treated her pets, I was ready to volunteer as such.
Over time, I came to appreciate that she was a complex individual who battled depression and other issues; was addicted to cigarettes; and who actually had a working mind and a good heart. The latter led her overboard in some things, IMO, but it also showed that she was human. She was also bluntly honest on things, and her take on immigration, MeToo, and other issues made her an outcast from progressive circles (while delighting many others). Also, if you have not checked out her music, you should.
Please join me in saying a prayer for her soul, and in appreciating the beauty of a particular time and place. The era of the movie star is not yet dead, but it is fading fast as those who were such leave this world.
Getting hit by lightning is not fun! If you would like to help me in my recovery efforts, and to start a truly new life, feel free to hit the fundraiser at A New Life on GiveSendGo, use the options in the Tip Jar in the upper right, or drop me a line to discuss other methods. If you want to know some of what it is going for, read here. There is also the Amazon Wish List in the Bard’s Jar. It is thanks to your gifts and prayers that I am still going. Thank you.
I agree. But how can you expect to be taken seriously when you can’t even give your name?
“Into The Light: Brigitte Bardot”
You can find his name right on this page — look under the Bard’s Jar.
How can you expect to be taken seriously when you come to another person’s blog and insult him, Mr. Brophy?
My thanks to all of you who responded to the comment while I’ve been otherwise occupied. The fact that I’ve been blogging for more than 20 years and my real name was outed almost at the very start, much less that both my name and a bio (and more, fun to see who digs to find it) are over on the right, seems to have escaped super genius Wile E Brophy here. I will simply note that if doing things like this are what it takes to make him feel accomplished and proud… Pray for him.
Brigitte Bardot is why I believe in God. I was in my teens when “And God Created Woman” hit the movie theaters. I realized the title was true, and that Brigitte was proof of three things: God is real, God is male, and God loves us. Behold God’s handiwork.