The biggest perk I’ve earned for writing a few blog posts for PBS is that it’s given me the chance to pester the staff for favors. I am so grateful to Jeannine Harvey in particular for making this happen:
It’s an autographed photo of Margaret Warner, as you can see, that arrived just in time to be an early Christmas present for Jack. Jack loves Margaret. Whenever the NewsHour comes on, Jack heaves a small, lovesick sigh and says, “Oh, Margaret, what a cunning stick pin you have in your lapel tonight,” or he asks me, “Do you like Margaret better in navy or taupe?” I realize I can’t compete with a woman reporting from Kandahar in a flak jacket, and I’ve come to terms with that.
Wife of the Year 2009, right there.
My husband is the same way about Gwen Ifill. I guess I should ask for an autographed picture for him.
Ian likes David Beckham. Even after I made him listen to David's voice. And Tom Cruise ("Aw, but you could just pick him up and pop him in your pocket.") Why he can't fancy proper men with ARMS and BEARDS, I don't know. I let him off because his Top 5 include Honor Blackman and Diana Rigg, and I'd agree on both counts if I had a cock. Which I do, in the fancy-dress box. What? Yes, all right, I'll go away now.
Jack would rather gouge his eyes out than watch a Tom Cruise movie. My feeling isn't that strong, but he is a little too perky for me. Diana Rigg, on the other hand: rowr.
Can I just second (or third, or whatever) Diana Rigg's hotness? But then, I have a thing for Steed, as well. Early adolescent imprinting, I guess.
Oh, now I have a crush on your husband for having a crush on Margaret.
Wow. Margaret Warner! But I guess you already knew your husband had good taste.
Forgive me if it sounds like bragging but when my son was 5 his avatar (for purposes of playing I Spy on the computer and just whenever he found he needed an alias) was Jim Lehrer.
Damn, she is rocking that red lipstick.
All I could see was the top of her head down to between the nose and eyes, and I knew she was familiar but couldn't think of who it was (it's been a few years). Then I scrolled down and for the first time it dawned on me, his name is Jack Kennedy! Okay, slow on the uptake, but I don't make an issue of it.
I really love that he notices her lapel pins.