Alexina Graham, why do you want to see me in a heap on the floor?
There will never not be room in my day or blog for Sophia Loren.
Old joke. Man says to woman, “You remind me of that Italian dish—”
“Sophia Loren?” she asks, flattered.
“No, chicken cacciatore.”
I always hated that joke. Not even in the deepest depths of the sixties is there a way to deliver it that doesn’t make it wildly presumptuous on her part that he means anything other than food. Basically, the joke’s inverted logic is “That thing that sounded exactly like it meant? That’s what it was.”
Screw you, joke.