'Heart Of Gold'
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According to legend, Jean Harlow was once introduced to Margot Asquith. Harlow kept calling Asquith "MarGOT" rather than "MarGO". Finally Asquith turned to her and said "The T is silent, as in 'Harlow'".
Ouch. Despite her screen image, I don't think Jean was particularly slutty in real life.
Ouch. Despite her screen image, I don't think Jean was particularly slutty in real life.
Still, what a fantastic line. Them's spicy branes.
I don't think Jean was particularly slutty in real life.
Au contraire. She slept around a lot; one of her marriages was hastily arranged by the studio to prevent her being named in William Powell's divorce.
Ehn. The bios I checked did say she was much married - the first time at 16 and lasting a couple of years, the second lasting eight months, and the third leaving her widowed at two months when her husband committed suicide - but after the suicide really nothing until she hooked up with Powell, whom one website describes as "the love of her life." They never married, but she also didn't marry or even fool around with anyone else after she met him, and a couple of years later she was dead.
William Powell, yum.
The bios I checked did say she was much married - the first time at 16 and lasting a couple of years, the second lasting eight months, and the third leaving her widowed at two months when her husband committed suicide - but after the suicide really nothing until she hooked up with Powell, whom one website describes as "the love of her life." They never married, but she also didn't marry or even fool around with anyone else after she met him, and a couple of years later she was dead.
Which, by '30s standards, is slutty.
By our standards that wouldn't leave Carrie Bradshaw much to write about. Awful burn, expertly delivered. I'd be pissed, but have to respect it.
But it was Hollywood, so not really all that slutty if we're grading by cultural milieu standards.
wrod. And poor Jean paid, anyways, with the whole Godawful, No Help For it type of early death thing.
Oh, yes. Dying of uremic failure looks like a thorougly unpleasant way to go.