Bea Arthur
Tuesday, April 28th, 2009I used to love watching The Golden Girls when I lived with my sister. I’d get home from school at the same time as my nephews we’d fling ourselves on the couch to sing along to Thank You For Being a Friend, marvel at the peachy beige interiors and the silky robes worn at the midnight coffee sessions, and giggle at Sophia’s innuendo.
I also really like John Currin. He was so much on my mind when I went to New York with Nicole that when we sat next to Poppy King in a cafe I thought it was Rachel Feinstein. There you go.
