...or on the head.
Showing posts with label Diana Ross. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Diana Ross. Show all posts
Girlfriends
Diana Ross and Mary Wilson (with Florence Ballard reflected in mirror) backstage at The T.A.M.I. Show, 1964
Female impersonators, 1964In both instances, we're fairly certain someone got bitch-slapped shortly after the shutter clicked.
And Then There Were Nun
Pick your favorite swingin' sister!
Debbie Reynolds in The Singing Nun (1966, MGM)
Diana Ross and the Supremes (with Ron Ely) on television's Tarzan (1968)
Rosalind Russell and Stella Stevens in Where Angels Go, Trouble Follows (1968, Columbia)
Mary Tyler Moore in Change of Habit (1969, Universal)
We're Back...
...with a challenge for you! Meet our Divine Dozen:
These broads -- and we use that term with the utmost respect and affection -- are the most frequently-posted on SSUWAT. But only one, by way of your votes, can be named Queen of the Lot. Tell us who should wear the crown, and why. We can't wait to hear from you, darlings -- and, needless to say: we've missed you.
Eat Your Heart Out
"Too thin is too thin, especially when you get older and all the veins show...Diana Ross looks like she just arrived from Ethopia." - Dame Judith Anderson
This Town's Not Big Enough...
"I remember quite clearly the sight of a bright yellow Bentley convertible coming at me on Coldwater Canyon Drive in Beverly Hills. I had never seen such a color in my life except on a taxicab in New York. Behind the wheel of this lurid yellow car was this tiny black woman with a huge head of hair flying in the wind. As she drove past me, I recognized it was Diana Ross.
"'There goes the neighborhood,' I muttered to myself." - Diahann Carroll
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