The Bette Davis Talks
I caught the tail end of FEUD the other night. Bette Davis? Now THAT was a bad-ass lady. I met her early in my career, while working a PATRICK KELLY show in Beverly Hills. Tiny and frail then, she adored Patrick and came backstage to invite us all out for cocktails. Some of the models declined. Silly bitches were basking in the glow of true greatness and had no idea. I, on the other hand, soaked it up. She took us to Musso & Frank’s Grill. The maitre d’ tossed Steve Guttenberg and his group out of the New Room like yesterday’s trash to set it up for Miss Davis and Party. They knocked themselves out accommodating us. There were platters of appetizers and martinis by the trayfuls. A waiter was stationed nearby just to light her cigarettes. We went through a pack and a half together and I’ll never forget what she told me. “Fight for what you want in this life, kiddo.” And I do. Every day.