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"Golden Rules" fan art by Danny Swank
A Tale of One Girl's Journey to the Gold
by Abby Gratzer-Owens
It all started when Caroline Goodson took us to a live taping of her
father's game show "Card Sharks" for her birthday party. I would
guess I was in 3rd or 4th grade, which would make it 1985 and me 8 or
9 years old. I thought it would be fun to go to a taping of my
favorite TV show at the time, the Golden Girls. I remember that some
other shows were debated, Family Ties, Cosby Show, but GG won out. It
was my birthday in October and I invited about 10 girls. Living in LA
and going to a "celebrity" kid school no one was much impressed by big
birthday parties, but I felt pretty cool about this choice. My dad
called to get tickets to the taping only to find out that they didn't
allow children into tapings of live shows. My dad then bribed the
ticket people with some REO stuff (he was the drummer for REO
Speedwagon) and, voila, tickets were produced for an 8 year old's
fantasy birthday. We arrived at the NBC studios and were quietly
ushered onto the set. We sat in bleachers above and I remember
thinking how cool it was to see GG's living room right there in front
of us. The audience warm up guy was talking to everyone and getting
us pumped for the show and he was very confused by the children in the
audience. My dad had told me all the trouble he had taken to get us
in so I was very nervous about being kicked out. The guy was asking
us who we knew and who's kids we were and I quietly answered "nobody".
My dad wasn't there he says (somehow my family has no collective
memory of most of these one time childhood events. Things we did
every year and the catastrophe we remember, but unless it was
videotaped who knows what we were up to in the 80's) so that means
that my mom was there with the kids by herself and she probably
brought my younger brother and sister with us (she was and still is an
everything-has-to-be-equal-and-fair-and-inclusive mom). The episode
had camping in it because I clearly remember a tent sitting on the
front porch of the ladies' condo. I didn't realize how many stops and
starts there is with a live TV show and I remember it being a very
long day. It was a funny episode though and we laughed and had a lot
of fun. I loved seeing the ladies in real life. Dorothy, Rose,
Blanche and Sophia right in front of me, just as hilarious as they
were on TV. My jaded friends were quite impressed and I thought I was
pretty awesome. It was discussed on the playground for days
afterwards.
So that is my Golden Girls memory. What I can remember of my memory at least.
"Cheesecake" fan art by Geneva Snyder
"Miami's Vice" fan art by Geneva Snyder
Coco Fan Fiction
by Ryan Taylor-Gratzer
Now that you've practically seen the pilot episode of Golden Girls (or, at least, the most important parts: the outfits!), you may wanna start wondering about Coco, the Gay Cook who lived in the G'Girl's kitchen for the pilot and then mysteriously and completely disappeared forever from the world. (Note: The authors didn't include any pictures of him in the 'zine! :()
Coco liked to wear appropriate attire for a man in Florida: billowy Hawaiiany shirts, flowing white chinos, and a muffle of chest hair. But since Coco the Gay Cook disappeared from our lives with no explanation, we're left all sad and lonely and wondering what's up. To respond to your concerns, I took it upon myself to solve the mystery through the power of writing fan fiction! Mystery solved now, because I just wrote it to explain what happened in Casa Dorinda (and I just named their house Casa Dorinda! see, fan fiction is fun!) after the first episode ended but before the second episode began.
[ROSE, DOROTHY, and SOPHIA are hanging out in the kitchen]
ROSE, standing and looking out window: Oh, wasn't today the sunniest? I just love a good day!
DOROTHY, chopping carrots: What's so good about covering yourself in bug sauce and dodging falling palm fronds?
ROSE, confused: Now what's that supposed to mean?
SOPHIA, sitting at table: Aw, now don't confuse the girl, Dorothy. You know she can't think more than two thoughts at once! [laughter]
COCO enters kitchen at a brisk pace, clothes billowing: Hi Girls! I just picked up a whole bundle of spices from the Cuban market!
DOROTHY: Great, Coco, just put them in the spice cabinet. And make sure to keep the spices alphabetized!
COCO: And let me tell you, you wanna hear about spicy Cubans, the meat chopper was a stallion if he was a stud... or wait, how did that go again?
SOPHIA: We don't want to hear about the glistening chests of your latest man-crush, Coco. We wanna hear about how you're not gonna burn our calzone anymore! [lots of laughter]
DOROTHY: Anyway, trust me Rose, you don't ever wanna live to see the day when your daughter comes home with a grease-toting motorcycle jockey in her arms, and an ultrasound in her back pocket!
ROSE: Oh, I don't know, Dorothy. Where I come from babies are always considered to be the most cherished creatures in all the world. Pregnancy is a time for celebration, no matter who the father is.
SOPHIA: Rose, lemme tell you where you come from: you come from a magical place where babies are delivered by storkes, and all the bad things in the world go away when you shut your eyes!
ROSE: Oh, Sophia, you know that's not tr--
COCO: Hey Sophia! That's what I was supposed to say!
SOPHIA: Cram it, Coco! There's not enough sass in this kitchen for the both of us!
COCO: Fine Sophia, be that way. [Coco looks hurt, and Sophia is about to maybe say sorry, but then Blanche bursts through the door!]
BLANCHE: Hi Girls! I just picked up a whole bundle of spices from the Cuban market. And lemme tell you about this one Cuban boy - almost a man, I tell you, my lord, he was almost a man - anyway he was chopping the meat and lemme tell you the muscles in his arms were bulging like bayou driftwood trapped in a New Orleans levee!
COCO: Hey, stop that Blanche! I was already telling them about the Cuban boys at the market.
BLANCHE: Oh yeah, well I'm guessing you fudged your lines when you told them, didn't you?
COCO: Well... I was getting to the good part, but then I stumbled on the sassy metaphor, and then Sophia interrupted me before I.... hey wait, Dorothy? Why are you cutting carrots?
DOROTHY: Oh I thought I'd whip up some of my manicotti for dinner tonight. It's my momma's recipe, you know.
SOPHIA: I can hear you! [laughs]
ROSE: But I'm the cook! I'm supposed to cook dinner for the girls!
COCO: Hey! That was my line, too! What's going on here?
BLANCHE: Coco, honey, we've been thinking. And when we got to talking about what we thought about, we realized that we didn't think a single thought about you.
DOROTHY: What do you mean?
COCO: Hey, that was my li--
SOPHIA: How do I put this kindly.... you're a nothing, Coco, and we can do everything you can except ten times better.
BLANCHE: We don't need any full time men in Casa Dorinda, gay or straight.
COCO: Well I never--
BLANCHE: And you never will.
COCO: But what about my sassy one-liners?
SOPHIA: Already taken care of, numbnuts!
COCO: My billowy clothes?
DOROTHY: Got 'em.
COCO: My talk about hot men and stuff?
BLANCHE: Um, hello?
COCO: My tender emotions that show my vulnerable side?
ROSE: Oh please, we don't need an AIDS episode.
DOROTHY: Who wants manicotti!
[a small *pop* is heard, and Coco mysteriously and completely disappears forever]
Visit Ryan Taylor-Gratzer's website for more fan fiction, comics, and zines.
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