{"id":549,"date":"2005-10-12T06:35:00","date_gmt":"2005-10-12T11:35:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lawrencem94.sg-host.com\/?p=549"},"modified":"2005-10-12T06:35:00","modified_gmt":"2005-10-12T11:35:00","slug":"queen-of-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/plazajen.com\/?p=549","title":{"rendered":"Queen of Me"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Growing up in the middle of nowhere (rural Iowa), being raised by hippies &#038; not having TV, it would be an understatement to say that I got some interesting ideas about Life. <\/p>\n<p>My father has had a subscription to the New Yorker magazine for as long as I can remember. Except for the Tina Brown years. I&#8217;ll cover that in a separate post. It requires its own space, it&#8217;s that combustible. In any event, one of my great joys in Life was to sit down &#038; read all the cartoons &#038; scour the magazine for all the little droll, dry observations that were tucked in at the end of articles, in the back, etc. Many times they featured a horrible typo, grammatical error or misused word, and their only comment was, &#8220;Noted.&#8221; It&#8217;s still a word we use to indicate extreme snobbishness, complete with a raised eyebrow.<\/p>\n<p>But the other thing I noticed were all the ads. I was fascinated by Clinique, even though I didn&#8217;t always understand what the products were supposed to DO. Movado watches seemed to be the end-all be-all. Same for Salvadore Ferragamo shoes. And then there were my favorites: Oh how I loved them. There she was, not an attractive woman by any stretch of the imagination, BUT SHE WORE A TIARA. And when you&#8217;re a chunky kid who doesn&#8217;t fit in, all it takes sometimes is a tiara. Oh yes, I&#8217;m talking about THE Queen of Mean: Leona Helmsley. The ads were a series, so sometimes you&#8217;d have several quarter-page ads in a row, featuring The Queen. She was always saying something, about the quality of the items in the room. &#8220;I don&#8217;t settle for anything but wooden hangers. Why should you?&#8221; Wooden Hangers? Wha? I am only familiar with the plastic kind. I AM MISSING OUT. She had a whole host of things she wouldn&#8217;t live without, and none of them were in my house.  Every week, I reconciled my existence to the fact we did not live at the Helmsley Palace. Of course, she was later exposed as a greedy, evil bitch &#038; sent to prison, but there are things you can&#8217;t undo in life. The impressions were made &#038; the damage was done.  I was not living my life as a queen, and dammit, that was another one of Life&#8217;s Great Misfortunes.<\/p>\n<p>Well, we still have plastic hangers, and not all the pillows are down-filled. I don&#8217;t spend thousands of dollars on sheets, but they are cotton &#038; a decent thread-count.  We have dogs instead of doormen, and I prefer their greetings because I know they&#8217;re genuine. We aren&#8217;t worth 1.8 billion, but hey, anybody can buy a tiara. And, I&#8217;m happy to report, I&#8217;ve never been incarcerated. (How DOES one wear a tiara and a jumpsuit? It&#8217;s just a giant mixed message.) In addition to being characterized as having &#8220;naked greed&#8221; and a whole host of unpleasant things, apparently she hated gay people, which to me is just a nail in the ol&#8217; coffin. Sister Leona, you canNOT run a palace without assistance from The Family. At least not as tastefully as you say you do.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/photos1.blogger.com\/blogger\/5985\/480\/1600\/leona.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;\" src=\"http:\/\/photos1.blogger.com\/blogger\/5985\/480\/400\/leona.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>This is where you raise an eyebrow and say it: <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Noted.&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Growing up in the middle of nowhere (rural Iowa), being raised by hippies &#038; not having TV, it would be an understatement to say that I got some interesting ideas about Life. My father has had a subscription to the New Yorker magazine for as long as I can remember. 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