Let's just be clear, Golden Girls was revolutionary. Too strong a word? No way. A successful show about four older, sassy single gals living in Miami? Incredible. In my childhood, I always pictured living out my retirement years in over sized print blouses, with shoulder pads, in a tropical location with my best girlfriends (and I always threw in my number one gay, D). I wanted in on all the fun and all the cheesecake (!) those feisty ladies had.
Dorothy, Rose, Blanche and Sophia gave us a different take on aging. They were smart (albeit Rose was smart in her own special St. Olaf way), funny, opinionated and fashionable. They went on lots of dates, but their lives didn't revolve around finding a romantic partner. Their lives revolved around the family they created in each other and, even as a little girl, I felt like these were my ladies. (Granted, I had very short hair that my mother had permed - honestly, Mom, why? - so I actually looked a bit like a Golden Girl.)
Dorothy Zbornak, you were my favorite of my most favorite fifty-somethings. Plus, you taught me as a child to look at my mother when she was bugging me and warn, "Shady Pines, Ma. Shady Pines." That's a gift.
* I even have this shirt.