In 1964, then-23-year-old starlet Ann-Margret bared her soul to 16 Magazine about her “hates and loves” (or, as they put it at the time: “Here they are - the deep-down, intimate secrets of your favourite new star!”). I think Ann-Margret speaks for all of us here! (Please don’t tell me some publicity agent or anonymous hack cobbled this together – the disillusionment would be overwhelming). Pull up a chair – this is one LONG mutha of list.
She hates for anyone to yell at her. She
cried the first time a bandleader loudly chewed her out for being late to a
rehearsal.
She hates dresses with lots of ruffles and
frills. They make her feel like "... a Christmas tree!"
She hates vegetables - especially cooked
spinach.
She hates to cook or anything to do with
the kitchen.
She hates people who say nasty things about
other people whom they don't even know.
She hates the fact that no matter how she
rushes, she has a tendency to be late.
She hates to see too much make-up on a
woman.
She hates to see an animal hurt.
She hates people who "...kid around
with someone's emotions".
She hates gossip of any sort.
She hates rain.
She hates herself when she fluffs a song or
dance, even during a rehearsal.
She hates people who think that show
business is all whipped cream and glamour. Ann-Margret says: "It's one of
the toughest professions in the world".
She hates it when people call her a star.
"Right now, I am just a very fortunate girl", she earnestly
maintains. "A star is someone who sustains, like Bette Davis".
She hates for people to try and pry into
her personal life.
She hates the thought of sitting still for
more than five minutes at a time.
She hates to have to straighten up her
room.
She hates reports that she dates just for
publicity.
She hates for people to tell her how to run
her life.
She hates grey days and grey colours.
She hates people who complain and feel
sorry for themselves.
She hates it when there is a mechanical
failure in her car or motor scooter.
She hates to be told she ought to act
such-and-such a way, because "... it's the thing to do".
She hates herself for being so painfully
shy when it comes to meeting new people.
She hates jealousy of any kind.
She hates aggressive girls who brag that
they can twist a man round their little finger.
She hates to get up early in the morning.
She hates prejudice in any form.
She hates to diet.
She loves going to football and basketball
games.
She loves to ride her motor scooter through
the Hollywood hills.
She loves a steak.
She loves to wear dark glasses.
She loves animals of all sorts.
She loves chocolate malts for breakfast.
She loves a windy night.
She loves big, shaggy sweaters.
She loves performing for a live audience.
She loves saving things. She has a huge
chest, hand-carved by an uncle in Sweden, in which she stores all her
mementos.
She loves sad movies - even though they
make her cry.
She loves the colour black.
She loves to sleep under lots of blankets.
She loves pizza with ginger ale.
She loves browsing through family photo
albums.
She loves Cantonese food.
She loves talking on the phone. She has two
"Princess" models in her bedroom.
She loves water-skiing.
She loves collecting stuffed animals - the
pride of her collection is a huge lavender poodle Eddie Fisher gave her in New
York. She took it back to California on the plane - strapped in the seat next
to her.
She loves flowers and greenery of any sort.
She loves baked potatoes with sour cream,
chives and butter.
She loves to travel - especially back to
Sweden for a visit with relatives.
She loves the name Skuby. So far, it's the
"handle" for her Yorkshire terrier (also a gift from Eddie Fisher).
She loves her red motor scooter and her red
compact convertible car.
She loves window-shopping.
She loves the excitement of Las Vegas.
She loves watching parades.
She loves laughing and seeing others laugh.
She loves working with Elvis Presley.
She loves weddings. Last year she was maid
of honour at the nuptials of Sharon Louver of Summit, N.J., and Joanie
Stremmel, of Wilmette, Ill., both of whom had been her best friends since the
sixth grade. She caught Janie's bouquet!
She loves dancing - especially the Twist.
She loves the new house she bought for
herself and her parents in fashionable Benedict Canyon.
She loves the beach - day or night.
She loves Marlon Brando's acting.
She loves little children.
She loves Capri pants.
She loves candlelight dinners.
She loves watching TV.
She loves Sammy Davis, Jr. and Elvis
Presley records.
She loves modern furniture.
She loves being alone for a certain part of
every day.
She loves her good luck charms - a
miniature red horse, ivory Buddha, smooth beach pebble and tiny hula doll named
"Jungle Julie".
She loves writing in her diary.
She loves playing a jukebox.
She loves holding deep philosophical
conversations.
She loves suede jackets.
She loves riding a bicycle.
She loves to write letters and receive them.
Write to her at 8966 Sunset Boulevard, Hollywood, California.
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"She loves holding deep philosophical conversations". I can't imagine how many of those Ann-Margret might have had as a 23-year-old starlet. Jx
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