DISCO DIVA: THANKSGIVING DANCE-A-THON

 It has become a tradition in this country that one hour after Halloween ends, Christmas arrives in a blizzard of advertisements, holiday decor, and frantic plan-making. As a diva of a certain age, I have come to have sympathy for that oft-forgotten holiday in between, Thanksgiving. From now until January 1, everywhere you go, you'll be treated to the jaunty little Christmas carols that signify it's time to shop. This year, why not fill your playlists with songs reflect the essence of our November holiday? (And I'm not talking about football!) To this end, I have curated a selection that can inspire gratitude as well as get you dancing so you build up an appetite for the big day. Enjoy!

Play that funky music!

THE WITCHING HOUR

 As a diva of a certain age, I have decided it is time to pack away my Trick-Or-Treat Brandy Snifter. Alas, my days of going door-to-door on Halloween night shouting "Trick or Cognac!" have come to an end. For one thing, I've received a sternly-worded letter from the HOA reminding me that our neighborhood does not turn into my personal speak-easy on All Hallows Eve. For another, nothing says spooky season like being in the comfort of my own home bingeing horror films while indulging in equally chilling cocktails. This witching season, there is an entire caldron full of shows and movies featuring strong (aka: murderous) female leads. So, join me, dear readers, in a spook-a-thon for the ages!  Mwahahahaha!

Let the horrors begin! 

January Blog Post: 2025 IN REVIEW (BOOZE INCLUDED)

As a diva of a certain age, I make it a point to keep a diary. After all, should any Hollywood studio decide to produce an autobiographical film about me, my journals will serve as historical reference. For your reading pleasure, I have shared an abridged version of my monthly account of the events of 2025.  Enjoy.

Chapter 1: A Diva Is Born

January 1976 Boomer JukeBox

This month's Boomer JukeBox is brought to you by TV Guide. Get your copy wherever magazines are sold. Let's check out some of the top hits of January, 1976. But first, here's few things that happened in pop culture that month:  Famous Cleveland football coach, Paul Brown, who inspired the teams' moniker, retired; Dorothy Hamill won the US Skating Championship;  The Donnie and Marie show and Laverne and Shirley debuted on ABC;  Frampton Comes Alive was released. We wish the above-mentioned success in the remainder of 1976. Now, onto the music.  

IT WAS ONLY A PAPER WORLD

As a diva of a certain age, I vividly remember the scene in "The Graduate" where McGuire takes Benjamin aside to give him one word of advice - "plastics." While it is true that plastic soon took over every aspect of our lives to the point that our brains are now found to contain about a spoonful of the substance, this was not always the case. There was a time when paper was king and the world was ruled by Big Parchment. In fact, paper was the basis of our entire economic system and was it ever a handful!

SOCIALITE

 

As a diva of a certain age, I find that social media has become more complicated over the last decade. It started out as a simple concept - you created a profile on a platform, then used it to stay in touch with family and friends. But, before we knew it, those spaces became places to argue about everything from politics to religion to the color of a certain dress. As time went on, we had cancel culture, billionaire battles, and algorithms gone wild. All this on-line activity began to interfere with my cocktail hour. That is why I decided to start my own social network for divas and divos who fall into a particular age demographic. It shall be called Boomer Space and will be a 60+ community open to everyone who agrees the dress is gold and white.

MAYBE IT'S MAYBELLINE

You have probably heard that the stunningly beautiful actress, Pamela Anderson, has decided to forego wearing makeup in public. In fact, you'd have to be buried under a rock to have missed this tiresome image-rehabilitation campaign. It did remind me, however, that as a diva of a certain age, I have a complicated relationship with Big Cosmetic. It began in my youth as a newly-minted teenager and continues, today, as a wisened elder. 

Spoiler alert: I do not look like this with or without makeup