After feeling cooped up from winter, I want a Jerry Hall kind of summer. I want it to be Texas-sized. I want to wear my hair big and blond, breast feed wherever I damn please and bray and strut around like I own the world with my awesome husband by my side. Is that too much to ask?
I seem to remember my mom saying Hall was an asshole when I was younger. Not sure if this really happened, but if she did say this, like most celebrities it’s totally likely. But Jerry is an icon, not a person in public eyes and even without the fame, most people can get away with a little more that delicious Southern drawl.
I sometimes wonder how my life would differ with such an accent. I see myself either throwing good love away on a washed up athlete, Tennessee Williams style, or as the trophy wife to some absent man, debating what my next diamond will be (or course, there is no debate, I want a Cartier alligator necklace). But I digress.
As I was saying Hall is an icon, a former Studio 54 hot shot and lover of famous men. Funny though – most people in my generation will only remember her as one of the Joker’s girlfriends “You can’t make an omelet without breaking some eggs”.
But what do you think?