not sophisticated, i'm the sweet and simple kind

Eartha Kitt's death hit me hard in a weird way. I didn't know she had colon cancer, so it was a big surprise to me when, on Christmas day, I learned that she had died. Krystal said she almost called me when she found out, but she decided to wait because I was on my way over there and I would find out soon enough. I think maybe I thought she would live forever. She seemed so ageless.

The more I read about her, the more I love her and the sadder it makes me that she is gone. She had a fucked up life, and she was able to overcome it. She was sexy and ballsy and amazing. She denounced the Vietnam War at a White House luncheon (to Ladybird Johnson's face, no less) and "lambasted the Johnson administration for not doing more about poverty, joblessness, and drugs in black communities," which basically got her kicked out of the country for ten years, until Jimmy Carter, bless him, invited her back in 1978.

She was, hands down, the best Catwoman, ever. I mean, look at her:

Here's a lovely obit from New America Media. She was phenomenal. Phenomenal.