... and then with Eartha Kitt's amazing Catwoman ...
... but nothing struck me quite as silly as Julie Newmar's Catwoman. Pow! No, seriously: zap! I started talking like her ... walking like her ... I would have dressed like her, but even I knew that was going too far (until the time I did at a 6th grade pep rally we'll never speak of again). And though I was a little late to the table with Julie Newmar, once I saw her slinking through museums and clawing open glass display cases and trying to kill Batman with giant magnifying glasses/pit o' tigers/oversized acid-filled coffee cup, purring many a bon mot, such as "Robin? I'll have him killed ... painlessly of course!" or "Because England swings like a pendulum do ... or does" or "If I were to kiss you, would you think I was ... a bad girl?" I was hooked. She remains to this day, beside Elizabeth Montgomery's Serena, Barbara Eden's Jeannie II, and Lara Parker's Angelique, top in my echelon of diabolical divas.
Purrrrrfect.
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