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They own both restaurants and La Oficina next to the the other one. How funny is that!

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Something in a young chanteuse from South Carolina saw the genius in changing her name ever so slightly. Eartha Mae Keith became Eartha Kitt — discarding an ordinary surname for one of inspired felinity. It heralded the sex kitten who purred the lyrics to her lightly naughty hit singles of the early '50s; whose sophisticated persona in films and on Broadway barely concealed her claws; and who would achieve camp renown as the prowling, growling Catwoman on the '60s Batman TV series.




But Kitt's persevering through a life that began hard and was never less than challenging — her ability to thrive in good times and survive all the other times — demanded the strength and resilience of a creature sturdier than a house cat. A tiger, perhaps. When she died on Dec. 25 at 81 in Connecticut, she had been enticing and educating the public for more than 60 years. Kitt succumbed to colon cancer on Christmas day, just as thousands, perhaps millions of old-timers were playing some Yuletide CD containing her seasonal ode to seduction, Santa Baby. (See TIME's Top 10 Songs of 2008.
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She rose to celebrity from the direst of circumstances. Born in South Carolina, in 1927, the spawn of an African-American and Cherokee woman who had been raped by the white owner of a plantation, Eartha Mae was jettisoned by her mother at eight. Sent to an aunt in Harlem, she quit school at 15 and lived for a time in subways — an all-too-familiar blueprint for emotional disintegration.


But she had an ambition that lusted for limelight and the talent to fill it. In the mid-'40s she landed a spot in the Katherine Dunham Dance Troupe, touring the world with this famous company of black female dancers and soon ascending to featured roles. In Paris, a nightclub owner offered her a singing job, which brought her European fame and a sheaf of sexy French ballads. (Her repertoire would eventually comprise songs in 10 languages.
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In the '20s and '30s, other non-white American stars — Paul Robeson, Josephine Baker, Nina Mae McKinney, Anna May Wong — had left their homeland with its crushing racial roadblocks, to find work and acclaim on the continent. But they were in the middle of their careers, and never matched their European eclat back home. Eartha was just starting hers. And in postwar America, the movies, Broadway and cabaret were more welcoming to black performers, especially ones with a touch of aristocratic or sexual exotica: Sidney Poitier, Dorothy Dandridge, Harry Belafonte, and Eartha — not Keith — Kitt.


Orson Welles was the first famous American to fall under her spell and exploit her allure. Calling Kitt "the most exciting woman in the world," he cast her as Helen of Troy in a production of Faust that played in France, Belgium and Germany. Back in the States, she went on to make her mark in seven media — cabaret, Broadway, pop records, movies, TV, the concert stage and the best-seller charts — one at a time. From a stint at the Village Vanguard, she was cast in the Leonard Sillman revue New Faces of 1952 and given one of her signature songs, the bored-with-love "Monotonous." ("I met a rather amusing fool / While on my way to Istanbul. /He bought me the Black Sea for my swimming pool. / Monotonous.") Two years later, Kitt reprised her bits in a filmed version of the show released by 20th Century-Fox. (See pictures of the movies' best loved outfits.
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She broke onto the pop charts with the flirtatiously francophonic "C'est si bon," and capped that with the Top 10 "Santa Baby, in which a gold-digger lays down the law to her sugar daddy. Through these songs, Kitt constructed her persona of the irresistible siren — both young and ageless — who is so sure of her control over men that it's often a chore just to rouse herself for another conquest. As she fairly said, "I am the original Material Girl." That this smooth dominatrix was an African-American, at a time when U.S. blacks were still denied basic civil rights, made her woman-on-top status all the more notable, not to say delicious.


In her Christmas jingle, Kitt's voice has both the sexual authority that might reduce a plutocrat to Jell-O and the little-girl smile that let her listeners in on the fun. "Santa baby, just slip a sable under the tree / For me. / Been an awful good girl, Santa baby, / So hurry down the chimney tonight. ... Come and trim my Christmas tree / With some decorations bought at Tiffany. / I really do believe in you. / Let's see if you believe in me. ... Santa cutie, and fill my stocking with a duplex/ And checks. / Sign your X on the line, Santa cutie / And hurry down the chimney tonight." Hurry down the chimney? Kitt expressed this lubricious sentiment in buttoned-down 1953, the beginning of the Eisenhower years.
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Though it would be lovely to say that Kitt had the same success in other fields, the fact is that after her big splash she made only ancillary ripples. She did receive a Tony nomination in the play Mrs. Patterson (and two more, for the 1978 musical Timbuktu and, in 2000, for The Wild Party); but she didn't become the Broadway magnet she should have been. In the late '50s she had featured roles in The Mark of the Hawk, with Poitier, and St. Louis Blues, with Nat "King" Cole, and the lead in Anna Lucasta, a daring B film with Sammy Davis Jr. She cut a powerful figure in all these films, but they were small pictures that didn't lead to strong roles in Hollywood's top-line productions. As for the Catwoman gig, Kitt appeared in only three episodes. And before she could truly cash in, her addiction to truth-telling in the wrong place got her informally blacklisted. (Read TIME's Top 10 scandals of the year.
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The occasion was a White House luncheon, hosted by Lady Bird Johnson, in Jan. 1968, near the zenith of the Vietnam War, just before the Tet Offensive. Kitt had given birth to a daughter in 1960, from her five-year marriage to real-estate developer William O. McDonald, and spoke more as a mother than as a criminologist. "You send the best of this country off to be shot and maimed," she told the First Lady. "They rebel in the streets. They will take pot and they will get high. They don't want to go to school because they're going to be snatched off from their mothers to be shot in Vietnam.
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The statement, and its setting, cued an uproar, and for several years Kitt got no work in the U.S. Instead she toured the world, including South Africa, where her appearances under the apartheid regime stoked resentment from American blacks and their supporters. (In the late '70s she was welcomed back by President Jimmy Carter and, in 2006, helped President and Laura Bush light the National Christmas Tree.
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There were satisfactions in store: a rapturously received Carnegie Hall concert in 1974; Alone With Me and I'm Still Here: Confessions of a Sex Kitten, follow-ups to her '50s autobiography Thursday's Child; and her distinctive voicing of the villainous Yzma in the Disney animated feature The Emperor's New Groove and its Saturday-morning TV spinoff The Emperor's New School, which earned her two Emmys.


But Kitt was most comfortable in her first home, the cabaret. At Manhattan's Cafe Carlyle, where she played regularly, she showed that, even in her 70s, her seductive charm was intact. (The proof is in her last recording, Eartha Kitt, Live at the Carlyle.) There she would vamp her way through the maze of tables, cozying up to a new generation of sugar daddies — or maybe the same old one — and singing her hits from a half-century before as if she were still the hot young sensation, still a kitten on the keys.

thanks for the comment about the film. well i hope you liked the acting.

you getting crazy for the new year's eve Bettie??

Happy New Year!

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Sending a gentlemanly hello and introducing myself Bettie

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