Talkin' 'Bout Bad, Bad Girls

Quick! In 101 Dalmations, what was the name of that nice woman who owned Perdy? How about that sweet guy who owned Pongo? No peeking! Can’t remember, can you? Now, what was the name of the evil, dissipated, puppy-skin coat desiring she-devil? Didn’t even have to reach for it, did you? Cruella DeVil. And I bet when her name crossed your mind, it was in a little melody…”Cru-ella De-Vil, Cru-ella De-Vil.” You know it did.

I always wanted to play Cruella DeVil. Or Rizzo in Grease. Or Miss Muzepah in the stripper’s scene in Gypsy, horn and all. Bit part, you say? Second banana? Who cares! Villains are just more fun to play.

Good girls go to heaven, but bad girls get to raise hell. And look fabulous doing it. Not to mention they get all the best songs written for them. Or about them. "Cruella DeVil, Cruella DeVil."

Look at those ponytailed ninnies who lined up around the block for that Grease-based reality show. Oh sure, every woman wants to be Sandy, sweet and blonde in her virginal housecoat, singing in the spot light about being "hopelessly devoted." Not me. I want to wear tight sweaters and rail at the world about how there are "worse things I could do." Heck, in the end, even Sandy got sick of herself and teased her hair and picked up a pair of Candies to find her inner strength and gumption. Rizzo had it all along.