And...their hearts were in the right place

Julie Newmar had a heart attack last week, and a stent was inserted. She's on Facebook, and so she decided to share this information with her fans, and with people who were obviously not the "close friends" they thought they were (and who love to claim to be whenever they post comments on her page).

Social media being what it is...90% ego and appalling ignorance, there were plenty of comments that, to be charitable, could've been edited OUT. But the point of social media is to make people feel good about themselves, and knowing Julie read their comments...no matter how inane...keeps them as fans.

I refer to comments such as these:

“I’m glad you are ok and still amongst us.”
“Get well soon! You were my first crush!!”
“Thank God you re fine! God bless you Our superheroe! Our eternal catwoman! The best one! Im from Argentina!”
“Oh dear me! Take good care of yourself, Julie and be well.”
“The Mysterious Stranger is sending you Love, Light & Healing.”
"Glad you survived! Be well, my friend. In other news, a local radio station has been playing Stubby singing Jubilation T. Cornpone lately. Like, a lot! And every time I hear it, I think of you"
“Sorry to hear this but I’m glad that you are still alive you do have nine lives my lady.”

But there you are. As we say, "their hearts were in the right place," and not everybody knows what to say when there's startling news to digest. Most of her so-called Facebook friends and the Batman fans (and oooh let's not forget all the To Wong Foo drag lovelies) left it at:

"Best wishes for a speedy recovery” Or “I’m praying for you.” Quite a few seem to hold the "positive energy" believe that dashing off a sentence on Facebook, and then going off to watch "Keeping up with Kardashians" or finishing the bag of Cheez Doodles, makes a difference.

Julie has since gone back to posting vintage photos of herself, and pictures of flowers in her garden, which tells her fans that all is well. And that it's time for a continuance of those "you were the best Catwoman" and "MEOW!" comments. It does the heart good.

The good thing is that we all realize mediocre people and downright idiots at least buy DVDs and photos and put their butts in the seats of movie theaters. Bless 'em. So we don't take their sometimes downright obnoxiously inane comments for being anything but the best their cabbage-brains can do.

Julie would be the first to defend the jerks calling her "my lady" and saying "you look good for your age," or declaring love not for her but a character she played on a campy TV show 50 years ago. After all, she'd tell this Libra, these harmless types are balanced by some actually USEFUL people posting comforting advice.

Fortunately, and happily, it was easy to zip through the fools, and find some genuine advice and well-meaning support from what seems to always be less than 10% of the total. People such as these:

Yes, thankfully, several people did take the time to be giving, caring, kind and informative. Which is like that scene from “The Magic Christian,” where some pound notes were seen floating in a huge pile of sewage.