I love the name Kate and, I love Kates.
Going back pretty far, Kates have captured my imagination.
Hepburn, talk about class and feminine strength.
Think Adam’s Rib,
The African Queen and most of all
The Philadelphia Story, a very old movie which is still funny and witty so many years later.
The first time I saw it I was enthralled. I watch it every year and, have for the last twenty.
Hepburn at her best
smart,
tough,
sexy in a Bryn Mawr kind of way
and yet, oh so vulnerable and flawed.
Perfection.
I discovered Kate Hepburn pretty early
(I thank the forces of the universe for being born into a family of movie and book freaks).
When I was about twelve or thirteen ,
I was home from school on a Tuesday or Wednesday
(cold?snow day? not sure)
and of course I was watching television, soap operas, and I came upon Ryan’s Hope and the luminous,
Kate Mulgrew.
The voice, the hair, the light freckles,
I believe it was love at first sight.
Years later she became Captain Kathryn Janeway,
the best Star Trek captain. Her crew had by far,
the strongest and most kick ass female members.
Mulgrew is still very sexy.
Think reading glasses and swept up hair,
be still my heart.
My current Kate obsession is, Kate Winslet.
A beautiful woman, a fearless artist.
If I met her, I would faint and loose all my butch creed.
Since I live in the great white north, I believe I am safe.
Two of my favorite fictional detectives are Kates.
Strange, very strange.
Just so you don’t think I’m totally weird I also like Emmas, Julias, Joes and Meryls.
Years ago, I read in Esquire Magazine a description of Emma Thompson as;
The woman we would most like to read Ulysses in bed with.
Yep.
Says it all.
Mature, beautiful women, who read in or out of bed.
Doesn’t get any better than that,
and if they happen to be named Kate, all the better.
Later girls
thanks for reading my fluff
BB