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Mae West She comes on drenched in a perfume called Self-Satisfaction from feather boa to silver pumps. She does not need to be loved by you, though she’ll give you credit for good taste. Just because you say you love her she’s not throwing herself at your feet in gratitude. Every other star reveals how worthless she feels by crying when the hero says, Marry me, or how unhoped-for the approval is when the audience applauds her big number, but Mae West takes it as her due: she knows she’s good. She expects the best for her self and knows she’s worth what she costs, and she costs plenty— she’s not giving anything away. She enjoys her admirers, fat daddy or muscleman, and doesn’t confuse vanity and sex, though she never turns down pleasure, lapping it up. Above all she enjoys her self, swinging her body that says, Me, me, me, me. Why not have a good time? As long as you amuse me, go on, I like you slobbering over my hand, big boy, I have a right to. 127 Most convincing, we know all this not by her preaching but by her presence—it’s no act. Every word and look and movement spells Independence: she likes being herself. And we who don’t can only look on, astonished. 128 ...

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