Happy Birthday, Cher

With all of the things Cher has done that I treasure, this may very well be my favorite.

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5 Responses to Happy Birthday, Cher

  1. Melanie says:

    Omg. She’s so awesome. That’s fearless for any woman to get on the stage with Raquel in THAT dress, but they both were amazing. One forgets about the song after it got hijacked by Virginia Slims.

    “You know Sonny and Cher broke up, right?” “Sonny and Cher broke up?”

  2. sheila says:

    I just love the Va-Va-Voom! And the strut! It’s a dream come true. I miss television shows like this – out of the variety tradition. Thank God for Youtube!

    and no wonder people snickered when Cher appeared in Silkwood, alongside heavy-hitter actors. They stopped snickering when they saw her performance. And they shut up for all time when she (deservedly) won the Best Actress Oscar. I love her!

    • sheila says:

      I also love (and feel validated by) one of her favorite quotes.

      She was asked, “So what’s it like to be 50, Cher?”

      She answered, “40 was better.”

      I love her honesty. I’m with her. Listen, I’ll keep living and try to improve and enjoy myself and keep growing/learning/changing. And I am grateful for experience and learning from mistakes. But damn straight being younger was better.

  3. Myrtle says:

    I love Cher. Moonstruck is one of my favorite movies ever, definitely one of my favorite movies about love. And it would never work with her being the sardonic center of it all. Like that bit where the old Italian lady gives this passionate spiel about how she’s cursed her sister to fall into the ocean and die. Loretta just flatly responds “I don’t believe in curses”. So funny, for some reason.

    • sheila says:

      hahahahaha There are so many great moments in that movie!

      Just this past weekend, I was taking a walk with my family in the late afternoon, and the moon was high up in the sky. We all pointed it out to the kids. Pearl, the youngest, two years old, who has just discovered that she is her own person – with her own separate identity (therefore, everything is “mine,” “me,” “I,” etc.) – stared up at the moon and exclaimed: “MY MOON.”

      Jean (her mother) murmured automatically, “Cosmo can’t own the moon.”

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