A couple of weeks ago I watched The Bad Seed for the I don’t know how many ths times, and each time I love it more and see more in it. (This time around I was particularly taken by the impressive airy mid-century apartment; and I do believe that as I get settled in Corpus Christi I need to start a neighborhood psychology club.
I don’t know why I never thought of this before, but thanks to Rhoda I’ve decided to adopt/adapt her famous tagline as a centering point.
Rhoda: What will you give me for a basket of kisses?
Col. Kenneth Penmark: A basket of kisses? Why, I’ll give you a basket of hugs!
In my case, however, I’ve changed it up a bit.
Adoption Industry: What will you give me for a basket of kisses?
Bastardette: A basket of kisses? Why, I’ll give you a basket of fucks
Now, I doubt if I will be mean all month. Even I can’t sustain that, but I’ll give it the Old Bastard try.
And in case, anyone is wondering…I decided to hashtag National Adoption Month as NAM or maybe NAAM if I feel like–and not what I really call it — since that’s the # that might lure in people. I mean, it’s a Holy Month for a certain AdoptionLand subset and that’s what they look for to assuage their appetite for treacle and bon-bons. Or is that unicorns and rainbows?
Bastardette with poor Claude Daigle’s mother, aka Eileen Heckart. Sober and not so bereft anymore. (1986, The Ohio State University Department of Theatre)
Also see Me and Mrs. Daigle and The Bad Seed: Give me my shoes!
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Day 3 of 30–
27 to go
