I remember nothing!

What have I posted? When did I post it? Does it matter at all?

THE WORLD NEEDS JEANETTE.

Remember that time that Jeanette yoinked Norma Shearer's Juliet gown for a costume party? Yup, friends, Jeanette was a "borrower" of dresses. I use the term "borrower" very loosely. ;)

Hello, boys and girls...

Does anyone else remember the old AOL fan site that had a sound clip that played over and over and over and over again? It was "Hello, boys and girls! This is Jeanette MacDonald."

That drove me nuts.

Anyway, what I'm actually here for is to apologize for my absence. I'm going to be very candid here, though I'm quite sure you don't care much about the girl behind the blog, haha. I struggle with depression. I have my good times and my very, very bad times. The past few months have been a struggle to get away from the very bad. While I hate leaving Jeanette in the dust, it's very hard for me to keep up with Jeanette news and pictures, when I know that there could be conflict lurking around every corner. And THAT is why it is hard to be a fangirl. I applaud all of you boys and girls who can steadily do it every day. *clap*

Continuing on, though. I haven't bought any new pictures because I wasn't in the mood to fight for them, on ebay. Here's an old one, but I don't know that I've posted it here, before.

I have this titled as "couchpeople" because really, they're using each other as arm rests. What even, guise.

Dynamic Duos: Jeanette MacDonald and Nelson Eddy.

As a part of the Dynamic Duos Blogathon, happening this weekend, I was approached to write a little some'fin about our dear Jeanette and Nelson. Mostly because no one else had volunteered.

Before I get into the technicalities of it all, I want to explore a little bit into the Jeanette and Nelson fandom.
It's hard out there, for a fangirl. I mean, it takes all of one's will to keep being a fan of Jeanette and Nelson because there are so many stories to try to sort through about their lives, and so many people who will stand in line to tell you you're a freak, if you don't believe something that they do. I try not to be that way, but I find it hard to be inclusive with Nelson because I don't want people thinking the wrong way. I was friends with a dear friend of Jeanette's, who told me one thing, and I believe her 100%. She had no reason to lie to me. Anyway, what I want to say is that this was much harder than it should have been, to write, because it's very hard to predict when you might say something to polarize half a community. To prospective fans- I'm sorry we're like this. To old and dear fans and friends- I don't know that we could have it any other way.

Jeanette MacDonald and Nelson Eddy pose for a publicity portrait for Naughty Marietta (1935)

Jeanette and Nelson, as a team, were introduced to America in Naughty Marietta. Having both had very successful stage careers, and she a wildly successful movie career starring opposite some of the most popular leading men of the time, such as Maurice Chevalier, their stars seemed destined to align. She, with a light, but completely proficient and emotion-filled soprano, and he with the booming, but soothing baritone. Their voices weren't the only thing to mesh like they were made to sing together, though. Long known as the "Lingerie Queen of the Movies," Jeanette fell into her roles as noble princesses and dutiful prima donnas perfectly. Nelson, always her savior, her suitor, or the recipient of one of her witty barbs or hateful glares, seemed to shine brighter along side Jeanette. While perfectly capable (moreso than given credit for) as an actor, himself, Jeanette seemed to bring out the best in him. She knew how to respond, how to tease, and how to illicit a response from him, better than any of his other co-stars, save for maybe the brilliant Risë Stevens, in The Chocolate Soldier.

America's Singing Sweethearts in Maytime (1937)

MGM knew they had a hit, with the team, and went on to star them in seven subsequent titles, many being recycled versions of previous successes, under the guise of being based on an old classic operetta (see Naughty Marietta and New Moon back to back, and you'll know what I mean.) Their best movie together, by far, though, was Maytime, released in 1937, after a world of problems and tragedies plagued the production. What began as a lush Technicolor extravaganza, ended as a touching, emotional, brilliantly photographed black and white treasure. Personally, I believe it is second only to Citizen Kane in terms of the cinematography and editing. It's a beautiful picture just to watch on mute, but it's a platinum prize to watch, as it should be. They play Paul and Marcia, star crossed lovers who meet only for a few days, in France, only to part and meet again, years later. The brilliant John Barrymore, past his prime but still a force to be reckoned with, heads up the supporting cast, as Marcia's mentor, Nicolai. I won't spoil it for you, like Jane Powell spoiled it for me (ProTip: Don't start your Jeanelson fandom by watching the America's Singing Sweethearts documentary. *shakes fist*), but I promise you, it's a must see, to understand the full dynamic of Jeanette MacDonald and Nelson Eddy, and the wonder of their voices, blended together. (Find it HERE, at WarnerArchive.com)

After a two years hiatus, the team is back together for a final outing, in I Married An Angel (1942)

I can go on and on all day about all eight of their pictures, but really, what was it about them that made them so very appealing, as a team? What is it that, almost 80 years later, makes people instantly think of one, when someone mentions the other? I happen to think that it was their personal similarities that made them work so well together. They were both professional, dignified people, who knew how to get their way, and did so, always. While Nelson may have been more of the studious, ever learning craftsman, that by no means implies that Jeanette was a slacker. They worked hard, all their lives, for what they had and never caused a scandal along the way. They were just decent human beings who got along famously because they loved the same thing- music. They had the same goals, the same operatic aspirations. I don't believe they were best friends, but it's hard to deny chemistry with another person who is essentially your equal. While many people believe that the chemistry was a result of a love affair, I do not. I believe that this was a case of two wildly talented people who just happened to be in the same place, at the same time, and magic happened. And no matter what you believe, there is one thing that is for certain. They gave us a gift, and we can't ever forget that. We can't fight about the fact that two great people were willing to be a part of our lives, changing them in ever so many ways, just with their music. I don't talk about this a lot, but the song Will You Remember actually saved my life, when I thought it had reached it's darkest point. We owe it to Jeanette and Nelson to be strong, be fans, and just spread the word of this Dynamic Duo.

Sweethearts (1938)

To find more fun Dynamic Duo Blogathon Posts, go see Aurora's Gin Joint for more greatness, as we round out day two of the Blogathon!

I just want to *petpet* her wee head.

Look at this. LOOK AT THIS PICTURE. You have one job, and it is to look at this fabulosity. See, I'm being very generous in sharing the hi-res of this because, as you know, I have a phobia of inciting bad fanfiction. I wonder what the technical term for that would be...

1.) Lookit her wearing her necklace from Gene! I love that mess of pearls to bits. When I get rich and famous (never), I'm going to have a copy made. It's not like I don't have 15 dozen pictures of her wearing it, for a jeweler to go off of.
2.) I want to play connect the dots and draw a tiny giraffe on Nelson's shirt.
3.) To quote Gracie Allen, in Honolulu, "My dog has fleas..."
4.) That ukelele looks like mine, by which I mean someone who acts like she's 5, sometimes, found it on the floor, in a non tuned state, and told someone else to take a picture of her being 5, with her BFF Nelson, who is 7.
5.) Imaging the line, "Let's all sing the hits from Let's Go Native. Hold on, my hair isn't puffy enough."

Risë Stevens

So......
Pretty sure I accidentally killed poor Risë. You see, I have this recurring dream where... well, I'm not going to go into it, but I predict death. And Risë was in one of those dreams, last night. I know, I know, she died yesterday, but we didn't know until today.
It's this thing I have. I can't help it or control it.
I want to do a proper Jeanette related tribute to her, because I honestly feel like crap for accidentally killing her with my last blog post and because she was a really hardcore lady. I can't find any quotes Jeanette said about her, at the moment, but a very good friend of mine and the blog's, Paul, provided me with a quote from an audio interview he did with Risë, in NYC, in 2002. This is some of what she had to say about Jeanette, who she spent a good deal of time with, in Hollywood, during the time when she was making films.

"Jeanette was the most unaffected star I ever met in Hollywood. She had her priorities straight and they didn't involve the trappings of stardom. She was so rooted in reality and in her marriage which she claimed was her greatest accomplishment in life. Not her concert record or film success but succeeding in having a happy union....."

Now that's a glowing mention, if I ever read one. Thanks for your kindness and honesty, Miss Stevens, and thank you for all of your contributions to the world of music. You were a class act.

Happy 100th!

I know you think I've abandoned you, but I promise I've been around. I've just been trying to come up with an awesome 100th post, but I can't. Why? Because every post with Jeanette is an awesome post. There's simply no way to top the perfection I have in the other 99. I really have nothing better to do than be a big fat troll. Guess who owns this picture...

Oh, what's that? You can't get the hi res of this awesome picture of Jeanette holding hands with Rise Stevens? (Now THERE'S a rumor for you!) Oh, maybe it's because a bunch of fools ruined it for everyone by making fun of Gene. It's a shame, really. Maybe I'll start acting like a grown up when everyone else does. Which... I'm guessing will be never, so....

Happy 100th!

P.S. I had a dream about Mona Maris, last night. Anyone got that one in a dream dictionary?

NOMS

Oh Gene, Jeanette is not your tasty noms. Still, this will never not be my favorite thing that was ever captured of them doing. Because what even.

STOP THE PRESSES!

I have wanted an 8x10 of this picture since Hollywood Diva came out, when I was 15. Now... 'tis mine. And yours! Because the Care Bears taught me that sharing is caring!

The original OTP, Jeanette and Maurice Chevalier, who got wild, with their feet firmly planted on the floor, in The Merry Widow. As far as I can tell, their feet are on the floor in this picture, too. Thank you, Production Code.

P.S. CARE BEAR STARE!

*taptap*

So, I have yet to have anyone explain to me what they're seeing in these pictures that I'm not seeing. Anyone? Bueller? Throwing all caution to the wind, I ask again, "the hell?"

OK, big deal, Nelson visited Jeanette's set. (Wasn't he already at MGM, working on the Chocolate Soldier set? Just... throwing out theories, here.) I'm sure Gene would have, too, IF HE HAD NOT ALREADY REPORTED FOR WORK ON THE SAME SET. I've got a picture of myself and my BFF Pete kissing in a photo booth, but that doesn't mean we're fake married and running around the house exposing ourselves to the help. Oh, whoops, totally gave away the entire "plot" of fake Blossom's story there.

You're welcome.

(What? I had to get it out of my brain somehow, and you're the lucky one.)

I feel like it's a picture post night.

I have nothing of worth to say, other than I love candids.

Mail Bag!

The lovely, the magical, the greatest, the fabulous, most favorite reader of all time sent me a picture, last night. I was going to hold on to it, for a couple of days, while I recovered from the hilarious breakdown I had last night, after reading that someone found that aforementioned fic "insightful into the relationship of Jeanette MacDonald and Nelson Eddy." Let's review a couple things here. A.) Fiction is not real. B.) Fiction is only insightful into the writer's state of mind, while writing.
You're welcome for that educational lesson.
Anyway, here's an insightful picture, which shows us a few things.

A.) Jeanette and Gene hung out a lot. Because, as Elizabeth Taylor would put it, they were "MAAAHHHHHRIIIIEEEED."
B.) Jeanette was either caught in the middle of something, or punking a photographer. I prefer to believe the latter.

C.)

Day = Made.

Quoth the moi: "I gotta blog about this."
I...
Guise.
I... I just found Jeanelson fic online. People make up stories about Jeanette and Nelson (like this is anything new... /snark) and publish them online. This is like when I discovered that people devote a massive amount of time to Perry Mason fan fiction, only it makes that look normal. This is actually like that time I found that someone wrote a love story about Christine Ebersole (who is a saint and you should know of her) and Patti LuPone. I mean, I am scarred. OK, it's actually nothing like either of those things. I am just laughing my TAIL FEATHER OFF! I wish I could read it to you. I wish I could show you this magic. The best part of the whole thing? Someone using the name Blossom Rock wrote it. I am in HEAVEN right now, because, I mean, does this not prove that I am dealing with a bunch of nutballs, here? Like, I wear Kiss Me Kate tribute makeup and tell people my name is Hermione Gingold, and THIS MAKES ME LOOK NORMAL. I HAVE PURPLE HAIR RIGHT NOW, AND I AM THE NORMAL ONE.
I am just at a loss for words, here. I keep putting my fingers on the keyboard, to type, and nothing is coming out. Like... I will admit that I have dabbled in the realm of the fiction of the fan. Never, NEVER, though, is it kosher to write RPF (Real People Fic). THIS is what I am dealing with. THIS is why we can't have nice Jeanette and Nelson things on this blog, because I'm afraid that someone will come along, see a picture I posted, and I'll be partially responsible for this... this lunatic, obscene crap that is on the internet. But, then again, THIS is why I CAN and WILL call this The Official Jeanette MacDonald Blog, because if someone can pose as Blossom, WHO IS DEAD, and write drivel for the masses, I CAN DAMN WELL BE OFFICIAL.
THE GIRL OF THE GOLDEN MIDWEST IS CRYING LAUGHING RIGHT NOW.
You know what? Poop on it. Here's a Jeanelson.

Jeanette: "Bye now!"
Nelson: "YOU ARE ALL INSANE!"
(Now, THAT is some good RPF. Mmmm mmmmm!)

We're listed!

The Official Until They Prove I Can't Call It That Jeanette MacDonald Blog has been accepted and listed by the Classic Movie Hub Blog Hub! In honor of this, and because I'm crazy, I'm going to repost my favorite thing that's ever happened in my time as a Jeanette fan. No, not the time I got stuck on a retaining wall across the street from Twin Gables. And no, not the time I arranged for Kathryn Grayson to speak at the Nelson Eddy Drive event (you're all welcome). Not even the time that my two friends acted as lookouts, so I could pay my respects to Jeanette and Gene, close up. Drum roll, please...

You betcha! It's that time I had a bunch of people believing that this was Nelson Eddy, all because I only described him as a blonde actor. Who is that handsome devil that Jeanette is sucking face with? Oh, it's that soul crushin' ol' Gene Raymond, all crushing her soul. Or her tonsils. Or, you know... Stuff. IDK.

In ol' Kentuck where ah was bawn...

Oh, Jeanette and your Kentucky accent. Although I'm quite disappointed in the sound on the new-ish release of Girl Of The Golden West, from Warner Archive, I'll never not be tickled by that accent. In my head, there is a party where Irene Dunne and Jeanette sit around and regale people with made up stories, about their days in ol' Kentuck.

I'm like the Oprah of Jeanette pictures.

Why pay $99? HERE'S A PICTURE! If you can't access the hi res and want to make yourself a copy, e-mail me at my.cocktail.hour@gmail.com. We will NOT pay overblown prices! Jeanette would totally kill us for overspending on her, lol.

Why so gorgeous, girl?

Doctor Who?

Look at what handsome blonde actor has his arm around his own wife, and not Jeanette MacDonald.

Yep, guys, that's that evil ol' Ann Eddy, just there to steal everyone's soul. #endintensesnark

She's actually quite pretty. You don't realize it from that singular picture everyone has seen of her.

Here's another thing I don't understand. I actually "stole" this picture from one of the many groups I've been kicked out of for actually understanding Jeanette had a sense of humor about her, or for defending her for choices she made that had to do with her dead father and her wedding. Why do people try to hide these types of pictures? Wouldn't you WANT the world to see this picture, if you were on the (insert stupidest term for a group of fans ever) "saint" side? What is everyone's problem with sharing pictures? I mean, the Golden Comet used to come out with take-away photographs of Jeanette. WHEN DID WE STOP KNOWING HOW TO SHARE?! What, are we like... five? JEANETTE ANNA MACDONALD REFUSES TO BE TREATED LIKE YOUR UN-SHARABLE LEGOS. I'm the doctor. I have come to fix this problem.

Thing I Don't Understand #44

Why do people refuse to believe that Jeanette was an amazing actress? I'm constantly seeing these backhanded compliments, like "She was good, but she wasn't THAT GOOD" in reference to her chemistry with Nelson. Like, shut your mouths. She WAS that good. Jeanette Anna was an amazing actress, and should have been nominated for Best Actress Ever, for Maytime. Y'all make me cray cray.

IT'S CALLED ACTING, MAKE BELIEVE, WHATEVER. You know, how like 5 people are pretending to be Blossom Rock, on Facebook? It's kind of like that, only not something you should see a therapist about.

I shouldn't have to preface every cute Jeanette and Nelson post with "these are actors."

I'M HAVING A MOMENT, OKAY? I JUST HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS.

I'm sorry?

I can't hear anything over the sound of how awesome this picture is. What are you doing, Jeanette Anna? Dictation? I always knew you were a little thrifty, but I think this is illegal labor.

How Utterly Engaging!

See what I did there? I used the word engaging in a fragment. (It is not a sentence.) In honor of this, I shall share with you Jeanette and Gene's official engagement picture, which I bought from ebay after having been up for about 13 seconds. The only downside to the picture is that it has a stamp on the back that says deceased, which we all know isn't true.* They must be talking about the floral arrangement, in the background.

HOW WERE THEY SO PERFECT. Like, it's almost unfair how perfect Jeanette and Gene were. I'm not just talking about together (which, duh, they were perfect together), but IN ALL OF THE WAYS. It's like they're gazing into each other's eyes, saying, "You're from the circus and I love you." and "You once fell into a bass drum and embarrassed yourself and your family. I love you."

NOT TO MENTION, look at that ring. He's not holding just her hand. He's holding her hand UP because she doesn't have the power to do it herself.

Ugh, these two have ruined me, for love. I don't even understand how to tell someone I have a distinct interest in them, if I haven't been whistled at. Sometimes I cry because nothing I have will ever be this amazing, mostly because I have a very definite future in being a cat lady, but I digress.

*Shh, don't tell me things I don't want to hear. NO ONE DIES, THEY JUST GO TO FANTASY ISLAND, OKAY?

I will never sleep again.

I need some adorableness to relieve me of the pants-crappingly terrifying nightmare fuel that IS that last post, so here we are.

(Artist's rendition of my current state.)

And then there's JESUS WHAT IS THAT

DOES ANYONE ELSE SEE THE TERRIFYING FACE IN THE UPPER RIGHT HAND CORNER?! NELSON ACKERMAN EDDY, I MAY NEVER SLEEP AGAIN.

Praise Jayzis!

Thanks to my favorite of all the readers, we will now have a moment of silent reflection as we gaze upon this picture, imagining what I believe to be the truest caption for this picture could ever be.

"If you don't eat that pie in 5 seconds, it's mine."

I love dis bis.

There is nothing not totally perfect about the way Jeanette delivers that iconic line.

lolwut.

OK, so after all these years (14, to be exact), I've never seen this picture in high resolution. I've only seen small, grainy copies of it. But you know, until today, I never realized how completely closed mouth and blah this kiss is. (Click the picture to see it larger.)

We've all been led to believe that this was some great act of passion from one lover to another. Dudes, dudettes, how am I missing that? Because this looks like the kiss that Jeanette planted on Jimmy Stewart, in Rose Marie. And they were playing siblings, you know. Just food for thought, there.

You're being led to slaughter.

Alright, I will admit that my title is a little harsh. You're not actually going to be slaughtered, but I think there are some things you should know about Sandy Reiss, supposed MGM in-man, PR guru, sports writer, athlete, and all around renaissance man who outed Jeanette and Nelson.

As far as I can tell, guys, this man never existed. Here are a few facts that I lifted from the only website he can be found on, maceddy.com:
Sandy swam the English Channel in 17 1/2 hours.
FALSE. There is no record of anyone by that name ever having completed the task.
He was the first US journalist allowed into Red China, in 1968.
FALSE. The first journalists allowed in came in the early 1960's. There is no record, that I can find, of any names of said journalists.
Sandy had his own sports TV show.
PROBABLY FALSE. With nearly every possible thing you could imagine listed, including shows that have been lost for generations, IMDB has no listing for a Sandy Reiss.

All I'm going to say is this: At the end of the day, who would you rather believe? Jeanette who, in her own words, described her love for Gene Raymond, or a man who may be a publicity stunt, himself? I implore you to do your own research. If you find that anything I've said isn't true, please let me know. I get so mad at people for just going along with the herd. You don't have to believe me. You don't have to believe anything that I know from all the research I've done and the people I've asked (including Jeanette's friend and "little sister," Kathryn Grayson). Please, though, do your own research. Don't hide behind a person who says it's true because she said so. If, through your research, you find that you still believe that there's enough evidence to support a Jeanette and Nelson affair, so be it. But don't trust what you see on the screen. That's fairy dust. If what we saw on the screen was true to life, there would be a million little Loy-Powells running around, little Astor-Bogarts, little Grayson-Lanzas, little Day-Hudsons (and we damn well know that's not the case.) I beg of you to read everything you can about Jeanette. Don't stop at one, just because you like it better that way. Sometimes, the truth hurts. Maybe, someday, there will be an ultimate truth that hurts me. I don't know. What I do know is that I've done my homework, and I've come to one conclusion. Jeanette MacDonald loved Gene Raymond with all of her heart.

I know, I know, tl;dr. Here's a picture.

(Gene, Jeanette, and the infamous J.A.R. bag.)

S'Long, Gambling Money.

Raise your hand if you just spent your lottery winnings on pictures of Jeanette Anna. Just me, then? I took absolutely no one's advice. I first bought another ticket, which I was told by a coworker not to do, and won another $4. Then, I spent $37.50 on a lot of 20 Jeanette pictures. BUT REALLY, IT'S ALL FREE, SO WHATEVER. Here's a preview of what I'm getting, and what YOU will be seeing all hi res and shiz, in the next few weeks.

Aren't you just so excited you could pee?! Oh, just me again, then?

On to more important things...

Like this picture that I got in the mail, today! Don't they look like they want to tear each other's eyes out?! And by that, I mean tearing... other things... and jokes I can't make myself make about Jeanette Anna and Gene. Because that's weird. Nope, too late, already popped up in my mind. We'll save it for after the jump, for those viewers with a more modest sense of humor.

Thing I Don't Understand #342

OK, I've decided to tread this topic because I have a genuine curiosity for other people's opinions. I don't particularly care for them, but I have to know a little bit about why I'm not seeing what apparently 70% of people are seeing.
Sweethearts.
Where is this baby bump you speak of? It's supposed to be in the Pretty As A Picture scene, but for the life of me... Let's just cut to the chase. The HELL are you talking about?

Further musings, after the jump.

The Lottery (Bride)

As I've said before, I'm certifiably insane. In conjunction with my crazy, I've been playing Jeanette's birthday as my numbers for the "My 3" lotto we have here, in Illinois, for the past few days. Yesterday, I won $4. I reinvested, and today, though I thought I won $100, I won $40. Still! Pretty good return on a dollar investment! All thanks to Jeanette Anna MacDonald Raymond. And if it's wrong to spend my gambling money on Jeanette, I don't want to be right. After all, I spent most of my monthly allotment of "hookers and blow," er, spending money on Greer Garson, so...

Before the picture, just imagine Jeanette questioning what "hookers and blow money" means. Because that's just precious.

(Binnie Barnes demonstrates the dance I did, after realizing I won the lottery.)

Ebay, I hate you.

Um, so, if any of you readers just outbid me on that picture of Jeanette and Gene looking at a racing form, I kind of hate you right now. OK, I don't hate you at all. You're probably a really cool person, actually. I mean, you'd have to be, if you want pictures of Jeanette and Gene. But still. You made me cry and that's not OK. (I'm also really crazy, so just bear with me, here.)
Please share. I would share with you! Hell, I'd even make myself a copy and send you the original! I just want pretties. :(
Ebay is a real soul crusher, you know? There should be other ways of getting high resolution pictures of Jeanette. Oh wait, there is. It's called me. And I lost that picture. So now everyone suffers.
Here's a picture I did win, though, and a couple more that I got from an awesome guy named Jim, after the jump.

The Website Is Ded.

You may or may not have known that I had a Jeanette MacDonald website for a year. Due to some unfortunate monetary circumstances, I had to close it. The most popular feature, of course, was the photo album (because none of you honestly care what I have to say). As a temporary fix, I've opened up The Official (Until It Can Be Proven That I Can't Call It That) Jeanette MacDonald Photobucket. It's not going to work forever, since, as I said before, I have a problem and can't stop buying pictures. Which is probably why I'm broke, but whatever. It's a double edged sword. I want to have pretty things to share! But now I have no way to share them. :( So, anyway, here's the link to the Candids album, which I'll be adding more to, throughout the evening: Candid Pictures of Jeanette MacDonald. To tide you over, in case you can't make it long enough to travel that far on the interwebs, here's a cute pic, and a couple more after the jump.

13

I want to call all 13 of the members and tell you I love you for sticking around, but alas, I don't know any of you well enough to have your digits. So, this picture will have to suffice. 13 was Jeanette's lucky number. Mine is 618. (For more than just the obvious reasons) What's yours?

I have a problem.

So, I own 83 pictures of Jeanette Anna MacDonald Raymond. I am compelled to buy them. I can't help the fact that she's just freaking adorable. That's not my fault. So, in all reality, I'm just enabling her to be cute, which is what we all want, right?

Well, it's been three years, but...

I've decided to dust off The Official (until someone proves to me that I can't call it that) Jeanette MacDonald Blog. This is still Kayla, still loving to punk people, so don't be all up in arms if I make a reference about Gene, and you're all, "BUT JEANETTE LESS THAN THREE'D NELSON." (less than three = <3 p="">I'mma just give this to you straight, as a refresher course in my attitude. I don't care. As long as you don't mosey on up to the JAMBlog and talk smack about Gene for any other reason than why I have (socks with sandals? Jesus, Raymond), we're cool. As long as you don't pull a complete "throw Nelson under the bus" by making unprovable statements about him, too, we're cool. Basically, I don't want to hear that either blonde actor was gay. End of story. I will probably steal your dog from you, if you say it. LET US LIVE IN HARMONIOUS INDIFFERENCE, UNDER ONE ROOF, BUT TWO CEILINGS. Check that ref, broseph. Nelson, so wise. So very, very wise. (Except I tend to handle problems with graphics that convince cray cray people that Jeanette kisses Nelson on train cars. LOL dolts. That was Gene.)
Why am I bringing this up? Eh, because I can. And like... youtube is a cesspool of misinformation that makes me mad, so I'm taking it out on the blog. Face it, the closest thing to trufax on youtube is The Jeanette MacDonald Story by Alice Teeple.
I'm here to set the record straight that no one should give a wet fart about Jeanette's love life, and for Christ's sake, remember that she was hilarious. Also, I have two pictures where she might even be higher than groceries. Think that one over. Please, for the sake of all things pink and fluffy, let's not make Jeanette such a stuffed shirt that no one cares about her. BECAUSE THAT'S A THING. God, I hate us. No, I take that back. I don't hate us. We're just a really dysfunctional fan family that either goes to church every Sunday (JMIFC), goes to church only on Holidays (MacEddy), or says "SCREW THIS I'M MAKING MY OWN CHURCH AND I WORSHIP MEN IN HAWAIIAN SHIRTS" (me). This is why we can't have nice things.
And it's why I really don't understand why people fight with me over Gene pictures on ebay. I mean, do any of you even care? I'm not saying this snidely (whiplash), I just really want to know. Aren't I like... the only Gene Raymond fangirl?
Whatever. SUCK IT, MONKEYS, THE CRAZY JEANETTE GIRL IS BACK!
xoK