Brazen. Bold. Bawdy.
I made myself platinum,
but I was born a dirty blonde.
Tillie, a Bavarian wanna-be model/actress, and Battlin' Jack West, a sometime boxer and more frequent street brawler, named their pretty blue-eyed daughter Mary Jane. Born in Brooklyn, New York, on 17 August 1893, a few years after Katie was born and died, the precocious, outgoing baby girl was doted on by both parents, even after the arrival of a sister, and later, a brother.
Battlin' Jack took his little girl to the gym (possibly where Mae developed her lifelong crush on boxers and muscle men), and stage mother Tillie enrolled her in dance class and amateur night at the local burlesque theaters, where "Baby Mae" often won.
Mae began performing in Vaudeville in the Hal Clarendon Stock Company at the age of 14, with Tillie as costumer, watchful chaperone, and business manager. At 17, while away from her mother's protective supervision, and touring the Midwest as part of a performing duo with Frank Wallace, a dancer, Mae secretly (and illegally, lying about her age on the marriage certificate), married her partner.
Later, she would deny the marriage had ever occurred, until forced to concede differently, and always insisted they'd never lived together as husband and wife. Certainly they separated at the end of the summer of 1911, and there's no indication they ever saw each other again. According to some accounts, they divorced in 1920; but they weren't officially divorced until 1942.
She never remarried and never had children, nor did she seem to miss them. In fact, she even refused parts in films where she would have had to portray a mother, however juicy the role. What is evident is that Mae was no fan of traditional marriage and its trappings.
Getting married is like trading in the adoration of many for the sarcasm of one.
Chastity? Who Needs It?
I wrote the story myself. It's about a girl who lost her reputation
and never missed it.
and never missed it.
According to one account, Mae ditched her virginity at age 13, to a 21-year-old actor who made love to her on the stairs of the vestibule. In another account, she said her first orgasm came via a dream where a large brown bear first entered her bedroom, and then entered her. (Was she, perhaps, molested?)
However it came about, clearly Mae developed a strong appetite for sex, early on, that never waned.
Good sex is like good bridge.
If you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand.
If you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand.
From Vaudeville to Broadway to Jail to Hollywood
I never said it would be easy, I only said it would be worth it.
At the end of 1911, Mae got a part in her first Broadway show, a comedy review called A La Broadway, which folded after eight performances. The show might have failed, but West impressed the Broadway Shubert brothers enough to score a role in Vera Violetta (which featured Al Jolson).
Eventually, Mae began writing her own material (as Jane Mast), and in 1926 opened a Broadway play called Sex, which brought down the vice squad, arresting her and most of the cast. She served eight days "in the slammer," with two off for good behavior, and was a model prisoner according to the warden. She next planned and began producing a play called Drag about homosexuality, which threatened to be more provocative yet. But although it did well in Connecticut and was a New Jersey hit, the threat of further prosecution dissuaded her from bringing it to New York.
Mae produced several other plays, and her Gay Nineties-themed Diamond Lil became a Broadway smash.
Hollywood took notice. In 1932, at the almost geriatric age of 39 (geriatric for a movie newcomer, and not that Mae admitted her age), she made a memorable appearance in Night after Night, then headlined and co-wrote 1933's She Done Him Wrong, featuring a young actor on his way up to do more than see her sometime, Cary Grant. That Academy Award nominated film is credited with saving Paramount Pictures from bankruptcy. Her next picture, I'm No Angel (again pairing her with Cary Grant) was also a blockbuster. By 1935, the only person pulling in more money that year was newspaper magnate William Randolph Hearst.
A Hard Man is Good to Find
But Mae certainly found plenty of them. Besides her not-really-a-husband, there was Italian-born Guido Deiro, another vaudeville performer, and star of the piano-accordion, with whom she had a hot-and-heavy affair from 1913-1916. She had moved to Hollywood in the 1930's with her lover/business manager Jim Timony, who was extremely jealous, but she found ways to sneak other men into her apartment at the Ravenswood. She was partial to boxers, like African-American Gorilla Jones, and musclemen like wrestler/Mr. California Paul Novak (born Chester Rybinski), 30 years younger, who became her lover when she was 61, and who lived with her until her death in 1980 at age 87.
It's not the men in my life that count, it's the life in my men.
Her Material Wasn't Always Original
Mae
But anything Mae got her hips around, er, her lips around, became hers. Despite the impression she liked to give, her one-liners were never spontaneous, but creations she labored over, leaving an archive of well over 2,000 pages of notes just on one-liners alone, plus reams more of story ideas, play drafts, and other writings. Queen of one-liners, she coined or polished phrases that are still popular today, and used by people who have no idea of their Mae West connection. She found a way of twisting the most innocuous lines to make them provocative, and as for material that was smutty to begin with...
She may have done more than any other individual to horrify the pearl-clutchers and rush the Hays Office (founded to regulate "indecency" in motion pictures) into overdrive, resulting in her eventual downfall as a movie star. Her entire shtick was built around double entendres. With her material censored so heavily, there was little remaining of the Mae West wit that movie goers flocked to hear, and the movies she made after 1934, with the exception of 1940's My Little Chickadee, did poorly at the box office. She and several other big name stars were dubbed Box Office Poison in an advertorial by Harry Brandt.
Goodness Had Everything To Do With Mae
Except as required in film roles, Mae never smoked, and she wasn't a drinker, either. Nor was she fond of men (besides her father) who indulged in those vices.
She might've made bundles of money, but she gave much of it away, mostly anonymously. Whenever she got a new limo, the old one was passed down to a local convent. Of Jewish descent through her mother, raised (somewhat) Protestant, Mae donated generously to, and sometimes attended Catholic, Protestant, and Jewish services, though her own spiritual leanings were more towards spiritualism, and she was a fan of seances.
Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere.
She also used her influence to get many vaudeville performers, now down on their luck, paying roles in the talkies, and was extremely generous with her lovers, many of them up-and-coming boxers. She was the main source of support for her sister Beverly and baby brother, John, and was devastated when her mother died in 1930, though when Battlin' Jack died in 1935, she kept filming after only a short break.
She Was No Angel
Men are like linoleum floors. Lay 'em right
and you can walk all over them for years.
and you can walk all over them for years.
Mae apparently did not lay her directors. Most of them hated her for: 1) keeping theatre hours on a movie set (arriving late, working late), and 2) insisting on rewriting her lines or changing the lighting, often as scenes were being filmed. Mae believed that each movie, each scene, was all about her, and to hell with the idea of story or continuity or shooting schedule. Still, every story about her mentions her tireless work ethic, regardless of the medium (stage, screen, radio, etc.) in which she was performing.
To Mae, truth was whatever she wanted it to be. She frequently shaved years off her age, claimed never to diet (she did), never to have had a professional failure (she had several big ones), and while a great proponent of daily sex (and daily enemas, ew!), expressed stern disapproval of adultery (hers, apparently, did not count). She wore wigs to disguise the loss of her hair, and wore extreme corsets to obtain that hourglass figure, plus padding in strategic places, along with platform shoes to add height. She took lovers as it pleased her, usually while happily deceiving her current boyfriend that he was her one and only.
Ultimately, she was honest about her life philosophy.
I never loved another person the way I loved myself.
She Never Retired Gracefully
While she might not have worked in the movie industry for a span of decades, Mae traveled to the UK and did plays, appeared on radio shows (one getting her into much hot water), and even recorded a couple of rock albums. She wrote (and later updated) her autobiography, Goodness Had Nothing to Do with It, and did a Vegas stage show surrounded by mancandy where she met Paul Novak, her last steady boyfriend... She also believed that she still looked 26, even into her eighties, and was mortally offended when people didn't help her maintain the fiction that they thought so, too.
Mae probably shouldn't have done her last film, Sextette, filmed in 1976. Stories say she had to have a speaker in her wig read her the lines, and a production assistant crawling below the camera shot to move her around the stage, that she was disoriented and forgetful. While her next-to-last film, Myra Breckinridge, has achieved cult popularity, consensus is that Sextette is merely awful, and not in a fun, campy way.
In 1980 Mae suffered a stroke, followed by complications, then a second stroke, and died shortly thereafter. She was entombed in the family crypt she'd purchased in Brooklyn, along with her parents, her brother John who died in 1964, and her sister Beverly, who only outlived her by a year and a few months.
Mae was also outlived by:
- Slang for life jackets = "Mae Wests"
- The cover of the Beatles' Lonely Hearts Club Band album
- Salvador Dali's Mae West Lips Sofa
- A statue at Hollywood & La Brea in Los Angeles (also commemorating other leading ladies of cinema)
- A star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame at 1560 Vine Street.
Dozens of witty one-liners. Here's a few more:
- You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.
- I'll try anything once, twice if I like it, three times to make sure.
- An ounce of performance is worth pounds of promises.
- He's a self-made man, and he worships his creator.
- Those who are easily shocked should be shocked more often.
- Cultivate your curves - they may be dangerous but they won't be avoided.
- Marriage is a great institution but I'm not ready for an institution.
- To err is human - but it feels divine.
- Pretended virtue is the worst vice.
- When women go wrong, men go right after them.
- Too much of a good thing can be wonderful!
Past Sluts: Go to the For Sluts Only page for links to past sluts in this series.
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