Why I love Joan Collins

Doesn't everybody? But I probably love her more. In her one person, she embodied everything that was memorable about the eighties. Aside from news, weather, and the occasional Masterpiece Theatre, I no longer watch television, but I have fond memories of Alexis in her fierce shoulder pads and peplum suit trying to drown the insipid Krystal in a fountain, and one of my favorite pieces of television dialog was Alexis asking with complete astonishment "What??!! You've never heard of the Dex-Alex Company??" Because, you know, she had formed a company with Dex Dexter, and how could anyone be unaware of that? Those were the days.

And so I regret that I'm late in saluting her on her SEVENTY-FIFTH birthday (it was last Friday). But I'm not too late offer this evidence to my blog pal Impoverished Preppy, who over the weekend could not bring her famished self to indulge in barbecued chicken and ribs while dressed in celebratory garb.

It can be done, but it ain't easy. And I suppose she does have the advantage over the rest of us of being Joan. There's only one.

Bring on the chicken and ribs.