January 26, 2010
How many war-time housewives of middle America sat darning their stockings and pondered the question Bing or Bob? Had I been around then, I’d put myself in the Bob camp: funny, handsome enough, never top dog. Whereas Bing, with those doped up eyes and buttery voice, was just too oily for me. I am irritated by the On the Road films not just because these movies are outrageously racist but because Bob is always the underdog. If I was Dorothy Lamour I would have made a play for Bob and left Bing to sing about Jungle Love all by himself.