I am a lover of Hollywood's Golden Age. Before I crushed on Christian Slater and Jason Priestley, my pre-teen heart belonged to Cary Grant, James Stewart, Gregory Peck, and then Paul Newman, Marlon Brandon and Jimmy D. (I had a thing for Bing Crosby too but I prefer not to talk about that.) I used to laugh hysterically at Bringing Up Baby, wished I could talk as fast as Rosalind Russell in His Girl Friday, and pitied Katharine Hepburn for the impossible choice she had to make in The Philadelphia Story.
I longed to be part of that classic era. The women were beautiful and managed to exude sex appeal without having to release a sex tape. The men knew how to wear a suit and give a smouldering stare.
I never really considered that the Hollywood of that era would also have its fair share of scandals. But after reading many of Anne Helen Petersen's posts from her Scandals of Classic Hollywood series at the Hairpin, I've come to see that even the scandals were more classy and salacious than the fodder offered in the gossip magazines of today.
Here are a few posts you should read:
Lana Turner, Sweater Girl Gone Bad
Marlon Brando's Dirty Dungarees
Clark Gable, the Scandal That Wasn't
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