A story about Susan Sarandon
She’s my favorite actress.
She and my mom used to be friends. It’s actually my fault they had a falling out; when I was four years old I was invited to her son’s birthday party. From what I remember, it was a terrific party, with a magician and everything. I had been to their parties before, which were all very nice (they had a Peter Pan themed party once, and I dressed up like Captain Hook and I angered Tim Robbins because he was dressed like Captain Hook as well) and Susan alleges that I ripped the trees up from Jack’s train set. I maintain my innocence to this day.
Well, not only do I think she is hot, but she’s a terrific actress and I admire her politics. But the reason she should want to meet me is because I am told about once a week that I look like her significant other, Tim Robbins.
She could wallow in Tupalo honey, licking peach juice from her fingers. She could drink pink champagne & spend all her time with that gorgeous husband of hers.
Nope!
She’s a strong, political woman who risks much to achieve hard-won gains for human rights & ethics. If her PR is honest, she’s an outspoken leader, working with what she’s got.