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Ella Fitzgerald was not allowed to play at Mocambo because of her race. Then, one of Ella’s biggest fans made a telephone call that quite possibly changed the path of her career for good. Here, Ella tells the story of how Marilyn Monroe changed her life:
“I owe Marilyn Monroe a real debt… she personally called the owner of the Mocambo, and told him she wanted me booked immediately, and if he would do it, she would take a front table every night. She told him – and it was true, due to Marilyn’s superstar status – that the press would go wild. The owner said yes, and Marilyn was there, front table, every night. The press went overboard. After that, I never had to play a small jazz club again. She was an unusual woman – a little ahead of her times. And she didn’t know it.”
I don’t understand people who are uncomfortable touching other people. I spend about 80% of each day making an effort to come into contact with people, whether it be by hugging, gently sliding my hand across the small of their back when passing behind them in a crowded environment to let them know I’m there, or playing with hair. I crave physical human interaction. It’s something I cannot imagine not having, even if I go (what some people would call) out of my way to get it.
My best friend is one of these people; she could do without it and often does. That’s not to say she’s a frigid bitch, nor do I think anyone who is like that is - because that would be horrible to think, considering the rude things people could/would/do call me for being all about physical contact - but it confuses me and makes me question the human condition.
by Anne Boleyn (via frankie-wolf)
(Source: larmoyante, via beaugonvillea)
Sometimes I think I want my boobs to be small so I don’t have to wear bras and could pull off certain clothes and then other times I’m like these things are pretty fucking cool
The struggle
