My generation probably immediately gets the famous Doe Maar song in its head at the obituary of Doris Day. There is no ball on TV, only a film with Doris Day. And you really didn't want that, your mother's goody-goody heroine. The wholesome star with whom you think of a glass of milk rather than wild parties. Wasn't it her who turned down the role of adulteress in The Graduate because she thought it was immoral?
Perhaps she was i...
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