Dear Ms. Vanasco,
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First off, although I am perhaps “tedious” and “self-indulgent,” neither my life nor my show has ever been “billed as a parody,” unless of course Webster’s Dictionary has replaced the definition of “parody” with the definition of “tragedy.”
Secondly. Referring to my singing voice “like a chain-smoking Doris Day”? I know firsthand that Ms. Day, or DeeDee as I used to call her, never smoked. As a matter of fact, she was the one who inspired me to quit. You see we were both filming on the same lot at MGM. She Pillow Talk. I Nest of the Wartwoman. One day, one might say one Doris Day, she brazenly walked up to me, snatched the cigarette out of my mouth, and firmly extinguished it in my open palm. Oh the pain. The burning, hurting pain. Deep. But I digress.
Ms. Jereme Cullens
