January 16 is Ethel Merman’s birthday.
I don’t believe that I’ve ever looked up Ethel Merman’s natal chart before. I get excited when I discover that I share certain chart elements with celebrities that I admire, so I was thrilled to see that Merman and I have the same sun, moon, Venus and Saturn (there is a very slight chance that her natal moon is in Gemini, not Cancer).
I always loved Ethel Merman when I was a kid. I would see her on variety shows and in movies like “Airplane” where she would make fun of herself. She had a big, bold, larger-than-life personality that made her the center of attention. I adore people who aren’t afraid to be the butt of the joke. I’ve been working this self-aggrandizing/self-deprecating shtick since I was a kid, so I know a thing or two about it.
World of Wonder posted a tribute to Merman on their website this morning (click the link above) that included the following passage:
Merman married four times, never happily. The first two husbands were physically abusive. Her final marriage, to fellow actor Ernest Borgnine, ended after five weeks. In her memoir, Merman (1978), the chapter titled My Marriage To Ernest Borgnine consists of one blank page. The Borgnine marriage was short, but it was turbulent. There is a story about how she came back from filming one day and announced to her husband: “The director said I looked sensational. He said I had the face of a 20 year old, and the body and legs of a 30 year old!”. Borgnine replied: “Did he say anything about your old cunt?” Merman replied: “No, he didn’t mention you at all.”
If that joke doesn’t prove that Ethel Merman and I were cut from the same cloth, nothing will. It’s like it came out of my mouth! I’ll attribute our similarities to our sun in Capricorn/moon in Cancer combo (even if I can’t prove Merman has a Cancer moon). For how morose we’re supposed to be — according to the descriptions of several terrible astrologers — we’re usually the wittiest people in the room. You don’t have to believe in astrology to believe that. Just hang around me for a few minutes.
Oh . . . and did I mention my humility? It’s legendary, just like Ethel Merman.