Last week, I compared male actors to male authors… showing the world that we (writers) got game. This week it’s about the ladies. I’m not going to focus as much on the looks (it can be argued that female actors have more to worry about concerning their looks than their male counterparts, so I’m not going to add to that already-created madness). Instead, I’m going to show you that not only can our female writers hold a mere flame to the female actors’ beauty, they can hold an entire fireplace.
When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother what will I be?
Will I be pretty, will I be rich
Here’s what she said to me.
Que Sera, Sera
Both rich and pretty, you’ll be.
And fame will come too, you’ll see.
Que Sera, Sera.
- You’ve got Industry-Cross-Over-Do-Gooders? We’ve got Industry-Cross-Over-Do-Gooders.
- You’ve got the lady who Pretended-To-Be-Bridget-Jones? We’ve got the lady who Created-Bridget-Jones.
You have someone who puts their heart, body, and soul into their work. We have someone who is the DEFINITION of putting their heart, body, and soul into their work.
Your Goes-Out-On-A-“Limb”-To-Find-Herself-Blondie needs lots of lawyers to test her limits. Our Goes-Out-On-A-Limb-To-Find-Herself-Blondie just needs Eleanor Roosevelt.
We concede a tie between these Could-Keep-Up-With-The-Men-While-Still-Very-Much-Being-A-Woman fabulous legendary females.
Wellesley vs. Smith (if you don’t know what I’m talking about you need to watch more movies and read more books.)
You like an Accent-With-A-Side-Of-Dimples? Check out our Accent-With-A-Side-Of-Dimples.
Sorry, we clearly win on all accounts with our Like-It-Or-Not-She’s-In-Our-Camp lady.
