Singer-songwriter Rufus Wainwright tells this story to friends:
Ages ago, he was going through a rough, lonely, isolated, messy period, and Golden Girls airings always provided comfort for him.
Well, years later, he spotted Bea Arthur at an event and summoned the nerve to go up to her and let her know how important she was to him during that time.
He said to Bea:
“I’m sorry to bother you, and I’m sure you hear this all the time, but I was going through a rough patch and Golden Girls brought me so much entertainment and comfort. It really helped me get through the bad spell.
“You’re so wonderful. You made me feel like you’re my grandmother.”
Nice, no? Well, Bea didn’t blink.
The raw earnestness and gratitude of the moment didn’t seem to melt her frozen expression one bit.
Instead, she leaned into Rufus and summoned her best Dorothy voice.
“I’m not your fucking grandmother,” she belched, and walked off.
Thank you for being a bitch.
This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on May 3, 2012