Happy birthday to all the summer Bitches. I watched Dirty Dancing fir the first time in a while(Because Mrs. Maisel sort of ended up at her own Kellerman's--so I sort of had a theme night. ) I have to say that going to the theater to see that with me was one of the few times my dad was bigger than his stipulated slot on the...jagoff spectrum.(I mean, he doesn't get all the points, because he didn't have to, you know, *find it* for me in the way guys here share stuff with their loved ones, it was a huge monster hit.) But it can't have been easy being so emotionally closed off and looking at Baby Houseman's O-face. Also, of course, there's lots of father/daughter drama in that movie that that last scene works too hard to "officially" undo.(I don't know that this is true, at all, but I could picture that, at one time, there was kind of a gentle, subtle scene there that, more or less let us know that Baby and Dr. H were gonna be okay, eventually. Maybe in one draft, they just hugged or something. ) But some executive worried that we wouldn't understand that so they went with "It's a party, Marge. It doesn't have to make sense."