A is for actress. The ultimate movie star, Great Garbo. I used to obsess over her quite a bit, as she was the highest level of glamour, of style, of sophistication. She was tall, I'm tall. She had a husky voice, I can get kinda husky. She was strange, elusive, hard to pin down. I'm . . . strange.
I was thinking how as we get older, as women, we should look an ideal for ourselves. So I look to Greta as my aging idol. If I see a wrinkle I think, so what, Greta got wrinkles and she was f*cking Greta Garbo. If my breasts aren't as perfect as an eighteen-year-olds (though they're pretty damn perfect—to me, at least) I think, Greta never had implants, she didn't need 'em, she was f*cking Greta Garbo. If a man gets cruel, if the world starts caving in, if the ground shakes a little, I think Greta went through all this too. I can make it.
So yeah, that's my report on the letter A. This is like Sesame Street.