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<blockquote data-quote="Snarky Oracle!" data-source="post: 439802" data-attributes="member: 57984">Oh, I had a verbal fight with a &quot;friend&quot; and walked home from his house in a hyperventilating huff. Unusual, as I was an easygoing kid. (I promise). Maybe I subconsciously &quot;knew&quot; Joan had died and was upset about Mommie Dearest before Christina even wrote it. (Even though I believe every word of it).Speaking of Mommie Dearest, I had another friend who gave her mother a copy of the book some 18 months later -- her mother being a Scorpio Rising/Moon in Aquarius like Joan Crawford. (But not as bad, although her daughter still hated her). She even had an old portrait of herself that her daughter thought &quot;looks like Joan Crawford&quot; (and it did). Her mother had a weird reaction to the Christmas gift, and she apparently never read it.When I got away from that friendship, the daughter then re-wrote everything and decided that I had been the cause of all of her problems with all of her family members. Even though I&#039;d had nothing to do with any of it, and she&#039;d had all of those issues long before I was ever around, and she&#039;d talked about it all the time. But women never lie, and their main tactic is never reputation destruction. I later found out she&#039;d told anyone who&#039;d listen that I was a hooker in NYC. Decades later, she contacted me through the highschool website (they always come back) and asked me if I was going to the 30th reunion. I responded nastily (kindness in dudes is viewed as weakness, as I&#039;d learned by then) asking if she was still telling people that I was a hooker. She stammered on her keypad, laughably tried to change the subject immediately, and then tried to take the high ground. But when that didn&#039;t work, she gave up. And the conversation ended.Bitch.To be fair, in retrospect, I probably did look like a hooker.Oh, no! I was at a friend&#039;s apartment whose outer wall looked out onto the pool when I heard about Davis&#039; death. (It was still, technically, October 5 in the States).Elizabeth Taylor died on Crawford&#039;s 108th birthday.<img src="https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMTg1NTU4NzMyM15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwNjQ5MTQ2._V1_.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="width: 615px" /></blockquote>

[QUOTE="Snarky Oracle!, post: 439802, member: 57984"] Oh, I had a verbal fight with a "friend" and walked home from his house in a hyperventilating huff. Unusual, as I was an easygoing kid. (I promise). Maybe I subconsciously "knew" Joan had died and was upset about [I]Mommie Dearest[/I] before Christina even wrote it. (Even though I believe every word of it). Speaking of [I]Mommie Dearest[/I], I had another friend who gave her mother a copy of the book some 18 months later -- her mother being a [B]Scorpio Rising/Moon in Aquarius[/B] like Joan Crawford. (But not as bad, although her daughter still hated her). She even had an old portrait of herself that her daughter thought "looks like Joan Crawford" (and it did). Her mother had a weird reaction to the Christmas gift, and she apparently never read it. When I got away from that friendship, the daughter then re-wrote everything and decided that I had been the cause of all of her problems with all of her family members. Even though I'd had nothing to do with any of it, and she'd had all of those issues long before I was ever around, and she'd talked about it all the time. But women never lie, and their main tactic is never reputation destruction. I later found out she'd told anyone who'd listen that I was a hooker in NYC. Decades later, she contacted me through the highschool website (they always come back) and asked me if I was going to the 30th reunion. I responded nastily (kindness in dudes is viewed as weakness, as I'd learned by then) asking if she was still telling people that I was a hooker. She stammered on her keypad, laughably tried to change the subject immediately, and then tried to take the high ground. But when that didn't work, she gave up. And the conversation ended. Bitch. To be fair, in retrospect, I probably did look like a hooker. Oh, no! I was at a friend's apartment whose outer wall looked out onto the pool when I heard about Davis' death. (It was still, technically, October 5 in the States). Elizabeth Taylor died on Crawford's 108th birthday. [IMG width="615px"]https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMTg1NTU4NzMyM15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwNjQ5MTQ2._V1_.jpg[/IMG] [/QUOTE]

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