Born Seventy Years Ago Today, or: Mama, Nobody Sends You a Turd and Expects to Live, Nobody!

The traditional Egoslavian Holy Day birthday post for Divine:

Divine was born seventy years ago today. I was fourteen when I first saw Pink Flamingos, twenty-two when Polyester was released. No doubt I'm romanticizing significance, but these movies were buzzworthy once for margins they crossed, or so it seemed to us at the midnight showings. We also enjoyed playing Where the fuck is that in Baltimore? when watching the movies. Plus they remind me of a distinct segment of my life when I was Bawlmer-centric. Plus: nostalgia for what was one outrageous, now old.