I’ve put together a simple chart that explains the various ways you should and shouldn’t summon a waiter over to your table, and the service you’re likely to receive accordingly.
Because if one more middle aged, obnoxious asshole goes “hey you!” and snaps their fingers at me, I WILL snap said person’s neck.
I waitressed my way through college and one night this guy yells at me “Oi! you with the tits!” and my co-worker Matthew walked up to him and said “yes?”
“We used to go together to the California coast and stay there secretly in a cottage on a beach far away from all prying eyes.
We’d spend much of our time on the beach, sitting there or fooling around, just like college kids. We would talk about ourselves and our problems, about the movies and acting, about life and life after death.
Sometimes we would just go for a walk along the beach, not actually speaking, but communicating our love silently to each other.
We had complete understanding of each other.
We were like Romeo and Juliet, together and inseparable. Sometimes on the beach we loved each other so much we just wanted to walk together into the sea holding hands because we knew then that we would always be together.
It wasn’t that we wanted to commit suicide. We loved our life, and it was just that we wanted to be that close to each other always.
We didn’t have to be seen together at film premieres or nightclubs. We didn’t need to be in gossip columns or be seen at the big Hollywood parties. We were like kids together and thats the way we both liked it.
We saw a great deal of each other when we weren’t making films. We were young and wanted to enjoy life together and we did. Sometimes we would just drive along and stop at a hamburger stand for a meal or go to a drive-in movie. It was all so innocent and so emphatic.
He is the only man I ever loved deeply as a woman should love a man. I never loved either of my husbands the way I loved Jimmy.
I tried to love my husbands but it never lasted. I would wake up in the night and find I had been dreaming of Jimmy. I would lie awake in the same bed with my husband, think of my love for Jimmy and wish it was Jimmy and not my husband who was next to me.
I had to separate from my husbands because I don’t think one can be in love with one man - even if he is dead - and live with another.”
- Pier Angeli on her relationship with James Dean