As I was toodling off, fetching the lovely fruits of my labor that I planned to combine into a deluxe and fabulous gourmet meal, I was listening to satellite radio when they played a really old David Bowie song. Really old, like...prior to Ziggy Stardust old. I started thinking about his first wife, and something he had told her in the course of their marriage....

Did you know he'd been married before? (if you did....faaa! you're old! :-) They had a child named Zowie.

Anyhow, the reason I know this interesting tidbit is because a former employer long ago did a bankruptcy for her, and in lieu of payment (or perhaps in an attempt at "in lieu of payment") she gave us copies of her tell all biography. This was in an era when the tell all biography was the newest thing in the publishing world, I think, long before the Andrew Morton's of the world came along to barf their drivel out in riveting page after page. I confess, I read Elton John's (how else would I know his real name), Cher's, Barbra Streisand's....I mean, if they were a celebrity coming out of my childhood, I wanted to KNOW!

So I read her book. Boy, was it bad.

But an interesting tidbit, aside from talking about "Angie" being written for her and Mick and David's bisexual affair, and the fact that she claimed giving birth to her son fractured her pelvis - something I thought terribly romantic - the peril of childbirth - but that I now think was the result of some poor prenatal nutrition on mommy dearest's part - was something she claimed David had said to her about women:

"White women give me a rash".