Betty Ford was never a gay icon, like most of the dead people we feature here on Bloss, but she did have a lot of addictions and she looked fabulous, and there’s always that famous clinic. Isn’t that where Liz met Larry Fortensky? I mean, come on. How gay was that? Anyway, Betty, even saddled with the somewhat less than genius Gerry, managed in some strange slow inevitable way to become an unassailable beacon of public service. She looked great and she did good. She lived to be 93, and always looked like she was having a good time. It’s tough to do better than that.
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