Camp When people ask—a get-to-know-the-new-kid work-conversation—“when’s your birthday?” Sometimes I say,“March 23rd,” And sometimes I say,“March 23rd, the same day as Joan Crawford’s.” Because that person may get the joke; we can Dually recall: Faye Dunaway sitting at one end of a table Pepsi businessmen leaning elbows on the table Listening in fear and irritation And her eyebrows and her perfect Joan lips Because she says,“Don’t fuck with me, fellas!” It’s a laugh-out-loud moment when she says that— And sometimes I muse aloud to the person who asked me for my birth date: If we share the same birthday,do I share the same qualities with Joan? If that person got all this. Maybe like Joan, I’m the kind who winks when she says shit. So I suppose when I say, “March 23rd, the same day as Joan Crawford’s,” I am testing that person to see if that person can detect This, too: Don’t fuck with me,fellas.It’s true. 55 ...