Yesterday I was in the living room playing with my daughter. I turned on the television and an episode of The Flintstones was on. Fred was in the kitchen, apron on, washing the dishes–complaining all the while. He really had no reason to complain though. Poor Wilma couldn’t assume her typical household duties because she was too busy setting up the card table for Fred’s poker game.
I have never considered myself a huge Judy Garland fan, but that’s not to say I don’t like her. I adore her. I respect her. I hold her in the highest regard. I suppose I never considered myself a fan because I do not feel worthy of that title. Honestly, like those who abused and exploited her, I have taken her for granted. She’s more than Dorothy, you know.