Also check out Nicole Bobek’s mug shot. She wasn’t DUI, but she was nailed for being part of a meth ring. She has this odd, blotchy complection that I don’t recall having seen when she was skating.
Her eyes look like they’ve had too much cosmetic surgery, and she looks shocked to be there, but other than that she looks a lot like you’d expect a woman of 60 to look.
@ES-HT: I think the blotch skin is a side-effect of meth use.
She does look good in recent photos. The DUI one is just particularly unflattering. I’m sure her driver’s license and passport photos are just as bad because almost everyone looks like crap with those.
Other recent photos of her look pretty damn good!
Where’s the Nicole Bobek picture? You always knew she was headed for something like that.
Here’s Jasmine Guy - whoa. Hard.
Odd as it may seem, I am not much older now than I was in the 70s. At least I don’t feel much older, except some mornings when the cracking of my joints inspire neighbours to report sporadic gunfire…
Doesn’t she have lupus? It might have something to do with it.
It’s never lupus*.
*TM Dr. Gregory House
It’s quite understandable why she’s drinking considering what’s happening to the 70s icons and stars (Michael Jackson, Farrah, McMahon, Karl Malden, Mollie Sugden, earlier in the year Dom Deluise- that’s the 1977 POWERHOUSE Friday night lineup). My understanding is that Elton John, Cher, and the surviving Gibbs brothers are hiding out on a Greek island with a ring of fire burning 24/7 around the compound while Jean Stapleton, Rob Reiner and Sally Struthers and family (including Rob’s ex Penny Marshall and her new toyboy Janet Reno) have all barricaded themselves with shotguns and bathtubs of ammo in an old warehouse , that Henry Winkler is flying non-stop in a Lear jet that doesn’t even stop to land, and Burt Reynolds is holed up in a Super 8 on the outskirts of Little Rock (though actually he was there before the others started dying- he just likes being to Little Rock what Tim Stack is to Camden).
Apparently Joyce couldn’t get in to any of these places. She’s frantic. John Ritter’s already dead, the Ropers and Furley are dead, she doesn’t speak to Suzanne Somers, even Death has forgotten Richard “Larry” Kline and Ann “Lana” Wedgeworth, and she’s all alone and she’s turned to drink to calm her nerves and non-stop driving to elude the black fog that is killing 70s stars.
Everywhere I go today I’m seeing Michael Jackson 1958-2009 T-shirts for sale.
Not one place has had a T-shirt of Joyce DeWitt’s dui mug shot. And it’s way more memorable than that of her 60s’ forerunner in the “brunette wholesome girl” (and I suspect illegitimate mother) Dawn Wells, whose feud with Tina Louise is nearly identical to that of Joyce/Suzanne except with less thighmaster action.
Where are our priorities?
Not to mention that Suzanne has become some sort of hormone zombie in an attempt to stave off the ravages of time. Very smart of Joyce to avoid her.