IN PRAISE OF: Nita Talbot, The Sly, Comic Sex Bomb Of Movies And TV!
She was smart, she was sexy, but she was never famous. Nobody went to see movies because she appeared in them, and even on TV, she was never the draw. I grew up in the 1980s without cable. There were three networks, two PBS channels, and two one-horse local channels that showed oddities, or obscure old movies like "My Friend Flicka," but also old cartoons, and my own personal favorite, episodes of "The Little Rascals." I watched a lot of reruns and it felt like Nita Talbot was everywhere. In fact, she was the only reason I could ever sit through "Hogan's Heroes." "Now I have to tie you up and knock you in the head." "Oh Hogan, you CARE!" I always gravitated to the bad girls on TV. I don't mean murderesses or awful people, I mean rude or silky, funny bitches. I read and loved all the "Little House on the Prairie" books, but the TV show was lame as hell (the only time it was interesting was when that spiteful little twat