Almost exactly 23 years ago I was on the set of my first paying film gig when Marty Ingels said something so crude and sexist and unnecessary to me that I turned on him and instinctively cut the little fucker off at the knees using nothing but my righteous vocabulary in combo with my scary-calm voice and demeanor.
Yes, me. I have a way of doing that. Occasionally I get sent to the principal’s office, other times I get fired, but not that time.
I don’t remember what he said and I don’t remember what I said either, but I do remember his stunned speechlessness and a low murmur of approval from both cast and crew. This is what we call a “radical act”. Also, dissociation in practice…
Anyway, I‘m here to tell you, the man who has been sucking the life out of Shirley (Partridge Family) Jones since 1977 hates women.