Monday, December 29, 2003

Candle on the windbag

Do you remember her?
Standing only 5-foot-4, the dainty figure seemed out of place among the absurdly muscled men who made up pro wrestling's usual cast of characters. That it belonged to a beautiful woman made it all the more surprising. The manager's name was Elizabeth Hulette, a 24-year-old Kentuckian and former competitor for the title of county-fair queen. But few wrestling fans would ever know any of that; they would know Hulette simply as a character called ''Miss Elizabeth.''
Yes, for a few years there that bull session/soap opera/freak show known as professional wrestling was a guilty pleasure of mine, and Elizabeth was a common and welcome sight. It wasn't like today for sure - women were scarce, and there certainly weren't any women wrestlers like today. There were some, like the Fabulous Moolah, but they didn't get TV coverage. And trust me - Moolah definitely wasn't Playboy material like Joanie Laurer (Chyna) and Rena Mero (Sable).

Why bring this up? Well, partly because I followed the "Making the dumbest sh** interesting" link from Glenn Reynolds to Oxblog, where I found the link that led me to Miss Elizabeth.

Her obituary, that is. She died in April. Wow, I feel old now...

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