Well, nothin’ was said around these parts. And I think you’re an incredibly beautiful feminine woman.
This is obviously a case of modern medicine being able to fix a minor technical glitch.
Welcome back, I missed reading your posts.
Welcome back – no, welcome home, Eve!
It’s always more fun on the boards when you’re around. Bring on the witty repartee.
Can’t wait to see you at a New York DopeGathering. We’ll even have at a smoke-free place for you. :: Dodges rocks from the New York SmokerDopers ::
Eve - My best friend is a pre-surgical TS. She’s had breast implants so far, and legally has changed her name and is living as a woman fulltime. She hopes to be able to afford the surgery soon. She’s so much happier living as a woman. Are you completely satisfied with the results? She’s going from heterosexual male to lesbian female.
StG
Dear Eve, I already left a mash note for you in the Liza Minelli thread. I had just assumed that your drift away from the Boards had come as the result of a certain coarsening of the place that I experienced just before the Deluge.
There were threads aplenty moored shoulder to shoulder on the SDMB docks on “things that come out of your ass”, “how can I best trash my dorm?” and such, and then one day I noticed your “Marwene Dietwich” thread drifting sadly away from shore with only a couple of responses
I just assumed that your lady-like nature had caused you to step back a little.
I’m amazed by the real reason but cheered that you’re handling it so well. I would only suggest to the other people who’ve written so lovingly,
** “If you really want to support her, dial up Amazon and buy one of her books!” **
Eve!
Glad you’re back. I feel classier just posting in one of your threads again.
I shall share a tale of woe: In my recent move up to Boston, I seem to have misplaced my copy of Anna Held and the Birth of Ziegfeld’s Broadway (a steal at $27.50, by the way. You could pay double for such prose and still come out ahead). Looks like I’ll have to buy another one. My copy of Golden Images, happily, still sits haughtily yet daintily on my bookshelf, making the other books feel awkward and homely.
Let the great unwashed gossip; it keeps them from having to concentrate too long on their tepid, dun-colored lives. Men and women of taste, as are the majority of Dopers, occupy themselves with pursuits more befitting an enlightened society, such as buying Eve Golden’s entire back catalog from BarnesandNoble.com
Well Eve, I’m glad that you are back. I’m sorry that it took someone else to convince you that you would be welcome and loved here as always, strictly platonic of course. You are a Doper, true and tried, and we always hold open the door to the fold for those that stray away. Welcome home, come and join your friends. We’ve been waiting for you.
Thank heavens you’re back. You’re the only one who can keep Ukelele Ike in line, you know.
Eve, we don’t interact much, but I enjoy reading your posts. Hailing from Downunder, I missed any gossip, and to be honest, gossip bores me silly and I probably would’ve forgotten it a minute later had I heard it anyway.
I’m just happy you’ve decided to stay, because I enjoy your thoughts, and the picture I have of you in my mind. It’s probably far off base, but I’ve always imagined you having a lightly silvered french roll adorning an elegant, yet no nonsense profile (you’re always side-on… no, I don’t know why) you always carry a hankerchief and I am getting a faint whiff of lavendar. You always make me want to watch my language, too :o
Anyway, suffice it to say, after reading this thread, you should realise that the majority of us don’t care about anything along those lines (I mean we still talk to SPOOFE, and others who posted in that awful TMI thread) and are just happy to have you as a member of our colourful community. I think this is just another demonstration of how open-minded we generally are.
Welcome back:D
This one’s only a tiny bit mortifying:
Did you, at once point, say that you liked early early film musicals? Busby Berkley, et al?
'Cause I’m just now discovering how weird and cool they were (because of a Turner Classic Movies showing of That’s Entertainment 1-3 and That’s Dancing that’s why) and I realize I’ve been missing out just watching MGM’s '50s stuff.
So: assuming that I’m remembering correctly,
A) Can you recommend a few to me? (I think I’m in love with Eleanor Powell after seeing the That’s Entertainment films, if that’s any help)
B) You once pointed me to a website/magazine (I don’t remember which) which had ads to help people find films not readily available on DVD/VHS, but with the search engine wonkiness, I can’t find it: could you point me in the right direction again?
C) Any good reference works on old MGM musicals?
D) While we’re at it, what the hell were the “Gold Diggers of 193x” movies about? (plotwise) Surely the term “Gold Diggers” was a reference to mining, and not the current usage…right? (If it was, wasn’t that a bit misogynistic? I mean, imagine a series of musicals called “Skanky Hos of 199x” :eek: )
E) Welcome back!!! I always enjoy reading your posts, and you class up the place! 
(Hey, this ain’t a hijack! You said we could ask questions! 
)
Fenris
I have it on very good authority that our own Eve is, in reality, no one other than Bea Arthur.
…and she thought she could post a black and white picture of some other woman and fool us…feh.
Answers, answers, answers—and a blushing “thank you” for all the nice comments and welcomes back! I am certainly going to print this out to read by my fireside someday . . .
“She had had sex during the McKinley administration!”
—Ida still hasn’t forgiven me . . .
“What was Mother Golden’s reaction? And at what point in the dating ritual does this usually come up, if at all?”
—Mother Golden knew SOMETHING was up, though she didn’t quite expect that. Now she says she can’t think of me as anything but her daughter.
Dating. Hmmph. I stopped doing THAT about ten years ago, after 15 years of one disaster after another. Straight men simply cannot deal with Baby’s Little Secret, and after a certain point, you’re not an optimist anymore, you’re a masochist. If I didn’t tell him, I’d feel dishonest and always worry about him finding out. If I did tell him (and when? Before? After?), I’d be left looking at a boyfriend-shaped hole in the wall. Nope, pretty much a lose/lose situation socially—besides, I’m not allowed to legally marry in most places anyway.
“I was sure the absence was because you decided to persue the move to Lexington, and took your new Manhattan Banker Husband… Oliver”
—Spud, dahling, terrorists or no, “New York iz vhere I’d razzer stay.”
“What kind of fools are gossiping behind your back when they could be looking right at you and get blindsided by your incredibly beauty, anyway?”
—I am too much the lady to Name Names. But You Know Who You Are.
“Are you completely satisfied with the results? She’s going from heterosexual male to lesbian female.”
—Physically, yes. Socially, I am somewhat at a disadvantage (see above). If your friend is a lesbian, she will probably have MUCH better luck.
“If you really want to support her, dial up Amazon and buy one of her books!”
—Or at least write a nice reader’s comment!
“ . . . you always carry a hankerchief and I am getting a faint whiff of lavendar.”
—Only when I’m dining with Cajun Man . . .
“Did you, at one point, say that you liked early early film musicals? Busby Berkley, et al? Can you recommend a few to me?”
—Best Busby Berkeley musical, in my opinion, is “Footlight Parade” (1933). Also don’t miss “42nd Street” and “Gold Diggers of 1933.” As for what plot there was, it was generally about goodhearted, wisecracking chorus girls and their professional and personal mishaps.
“You once pointed me to a website/magazine (I don’t remember which) which had ads to help people find films . . .”
—”Classic Images” and “Films of the Golden Age,” both of which can be reached via www.classicimages.com.
“I have it on very good authority that our own Eve is, in reality, no one other than Bea Arthur.”
—DAMN! Outted twice in one week!
When I first started to read your posts, I pictured you like a little old lady (you know like those in Arsenic and Old Laces ?).
Then, after awhile, my mental image evolved into a Jean Arthurish kind of lady.
Now, as far as I’m concerned, you are and will remain, Eve the Beautiful, Our Lady of the Silver Screen.
Welcome back home, dear.
::Spritle licks the tip of his pencil and starts scratching on a pad::
Lessee, McKinley administration 1879-1901…
“something’s up” in second grade…
around age 7…
age 18… “legal adult”…
era of child labor and all… lessay 14
sex change operation…
OH MY GOD!!! So that’s Baby’s Little Secret ; you are over 120 years old!!! :eek: :eek:
fixed coding
Welcome back, Eve. Your return has ratcheted up the Board’s IQ average by a good twelve points, and the sophist-o-meter is glowing a bright red.
As for those flibbertigibbets and ninnyhammers who couldn’t resist plunging a shiv in your back, well, “they’re more to be pitied than censured.”
I’m so glad you’re back, I’ll even forgive you for visiting my small provincial burg without seeking advice on whether to eschew high tea at the Empress or not. (I’m sure you detected a tourist trap like that a mile away…however, the curry buffet in the Bengal Room is another matter althogether.)
Joshing aside, it just wasn’t the real SDMB without you.
Arsenic and Old Laces , detop? Maybe you’re thinking of the Disney classic, The Poisoner Wore Tennis Shoes ?
You’re right, of course, Rodd Hill. It should have been Arsenic and Old Lace (notice the singular this time 
). If it made you groan, I apologize. If it made you smile, weeelll…
BTW, only twelve points ?
I noticed the trans threads, too, but I never thought much of it. I figured since she’s from New York, part of the literary intelligentsia, she was required to be knowledgable about such things. Plus, it is hard to get too surprised at the depth and breadth of knowledge of the average doper, let alone someone like Eve.
So, color me among the formerly clueless, now enlightened. Glad you’re back too, you are one of my favorite old school dopers.
Ahem…BRA - VA!
I was sitting around the other day avoiding the drugery of housework and thought…where in the hell is Eve?
No, really, I was.
And she comes back like a cannon shot!
I, for one, never suspected a thing. I mean, c’mon, I try to read between the lines but then my nose smudges against the computer and before you know it I am permanently crossed eye.
Folks, if you are hiding any secrets ( Area 51, Oak Island, Where Andrew Ridgely is these days, the Lost Roanoake Colony there are some of us Dopers here that are thicker than the Great Wall of China…you need to email us these facts so that we can be in on the secret before you out yourself so that we don’t feel like we are caught with our pants down. It’s just common courtesy
By the way, Eve, you are a class act.
I can handle THIS one!
Area 51—It’s an Air Force base. They fly airplanes there but not space ships.
Oak Island—This is an interesting one, isn’t it?
Where Andrew Ridgely is these days—Unemployed
the Lost Roanoake Colony—Dead
Wow, Eve, you must reveal your beauty secrets-I’ve never met someone who is 120 years old.
Does this mean you got to meet the Crown Prince Rudolf in person?
Wasn’t Stephanie a total you know what?