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I loved Farrah as I felt her will and kindness always out shown her outer beauty, I didn’t see the movie however I hope I’ll catch it in the future and for her legacy I pray her son will find his way to good life. I know as a great mom that’s what she prays for in heaven.

Dorothy

I like Chelsea, but I think Stephanie Miller, a frequent guest on Joy Behar and MSNBC is a very pretty, talented comedienne. 

Margaret Thatcher: Brenda Maddox from the London Times wrote a scathing piece on the Iron Lady. Here is a part of it. I should add that all my British friends when the name Thatcher is uttered get a look on their faces like they have just swallowed something very sour:

Don’t waste time on ”women’s issues.” Do nothing to identify yourself with the special concerns of your own sex. Keep other women, with rare exceptions, out of high posts.

Think of Lady MacBeth. Unsex yourself. Wear battle dress at every opportunity. Do not spare a thought about ”mothers’ sons” when ordering men to war. But pity men for their weakness. Say things like, ”This is no time to go wobbly, George” to the American President with no sense of double-entendre.

Have an ideal husband — rich, retired, amusing, supportive. Tolerate his taste for gin and golf and lean on his advice late at night over a glass before bedtime. Adore your son, spare no effort to advance his career. Be grateful to your unmarried daughter for being less attractive than you, professionally independent and such a comfort to her dad.

Remember that image is all. Lower your voice to a husky baritone. Make yourself into what Roland Barthes called ”a face object.” Shudder at the photos of yourself starting out: mousy brown, permanent wave, sharp little teeth, uncertain gaze. Make that hair regally golden and wear it big, with never a strand out of place. Suffer agonies at the dentist to remake your smile. Get your supporters to give you important jewelery for your dark suits. Don’t make jokes. Some people can tell ‘em. You can’t.

Speak slowly. Truth is simple. Running the economy is like running a household. The Germans are not to be trusted. There is no such thing as society. Sink the Belgrano. Hunger strikers are men who have chosen to die. Let them.

Above all, be utterly convinced that you alone can save your country. In moments of doubt, commune with the ghost of your father, a small-town grocer and politician. You owe all your principles to him.

Accept that you may become an object of derision in your own country, caricatured as a bouffant tyrant in a pin-striped suit or a Nazi in jackboots, laughed at for simple remarks like, ”Yes, we are a grandmother,” when your first grandchild is born. Feminists may dismiss you as an ”honorary man,” the royal family may mutter about your lack of compassion, but abroad, particularly in the United States, you will be an honored guest, hailed as a forthright leader, champion of Nato and a role model for women.

Your lasting image will exude the potency of both sexes. As Francois Mitterand said, ”Mrs. Thatcher has the eyes of Caligula and the mouth of Marilyn Monroe.” 

I don’t know if she can actually act or not… but Jessica Simpson comes to mind. Although she probably can’t carry much box office. Although I can’t actually see a movie about Farrah doing great at the theatre. Maybe cable as a movie.

Watched that movie "Brothers" last night and can NOT believe it wasn’t in the awards rotation this year. I know Liz loves Jeff Bridges and so do I. But Crazy Heart was a horrible movie. Boring, poorly written. The only thing good about it was Jeff Bridges. Where on teh other hand Brothers was intense and entertaining. Toby McGuire and Jake Gyllenhall were incredible. Not to mention the little girl that plays the oldest daughter was just mind blowing in two or three scenes.