In honor of #ChickLitMay, we dispense with the formalities and join our local TV channel 7777 mid-broadcast.
Chuck: Ha ha ha ha! Welcome, welcome everyone to Chatting With the Chicks of Chick Lit! I’m your host, Chuck Lottateeth, and I am so thrilled to be able to introduce you to some of the most fascinating characters in literature today. I’m talking about the leading ladies of Chick Lit—those enchanting, romantic, darling, sexy, sweet, funny, headstrong—and, let’s face it, sometimes downright frustrating—modern women who headline this fabulously fun genre. I’m sure you’re going to love getting the skinny on these “novel” heroines, and who knows? You might just find your new BFF on the pages of one of these books!
So. Without further ado, please put your hands together and show some love for today’s guests: Rhonda Hamilton from Roll with the Punches and Alice Chalmers from Alice in Monologue Land.
Chuck : Rhonda is a librarian with the Orange County Public Library, but when the clock strikes five, she enters that extra-tall phone booth and dons her cape, mask, sexy fishnets and roller skates to become a hot-to-trot roller derby queen! She’s killin’ it on the flat track, right, Rhonda?
Rhonda: Actually, a cape and mask would really get in my way on the roller derby track. It’s the reason I didn’t pick “Superwoman” as my derby moniker. I prefer a more solid, regal name, like “Queen Hat Cheap Suit” or “Empress The Adored One” or “Queen It’s A Belly of Cast Iron.” And I hate masks. We all do. We gotta see where we’re going so we don’t trip over other skaters and cause a dogpile on the track.
Chuck: But you are the sexiest (and tallest) librarian on skates, right? A whole lotta woman there. Listen, I saw you in that red harem girl garb at the fundraiser with that jingly velvet bra that got whipped off, and hello, baby! Va-va-va-—Ow!
Rhonda: Oh, gosh. Does your shin hurt? Put some of this ointment on it right away.
Chuck: Thanks. What’s in it?
Rhonda: Just some capsaicin plus a little battery acid. Great for all the lacerations and contusions we roller derby girls accumulate during a bout. Wanna see my latest road rash? It’s got the pattern of my fishnet stockings etched into the scab. Nice, huh, that purple and green tinge?
Chuck: Ew, not hungry for lunch any more. Well, our other guest today is Ms. Alice Chalmers. Alice teaches English at a local college, where she recently starred in a stage production of The Chronicles of Narnia. You must have made a splendid White Witch. Doesn’t she look the part, everybody?
Alice: Uh. White Witch? Do I look that bad? I’m only 41. Give a girl a break.
Chuck: Oh, no. Of course not. Well, I’m sure you knocked their socks off as the—the—was it Aslan the Lion? Or maybe Father Christmas? A centaur?
Alice: The Lion? Father Christmas? A centaur? Oh, my God. Do I need a makeover, Rhonda?
Rhonda: Geez. Excuse me, Mr. Lottateeth. Alice was never in that play.
Chuck: So why is she here?
Rhonda: You want me to punch his lights out for you, Alice?
Alice: Not quite yet.
Rhonda: Just say the word.
Alice: Deep breath. Look, Chuck, I was in a production called The Venus Monologues at my college. Only it wasn’t a play. It was a collection of deep, poetic, and powerful monologues, written and performed by the students and faculty at the college. All about being female.
Chuck: Ooooh. Sexxxxy. Are the rumors true? Were you all pole dancing throughout?
Alice: Oh, yeah. We were all pole dancing. You should have seen all us teachers in our black dresses and pearls swinging around those poles while we shrieked out our lines.
Chuck: Oh, man. Will there be another performance?
Alice: You doofus! There was no pole dancing! We were reading monologues! About all the amazing and varied facets of being female in this world, from birth to being a mother to being an artist to blazing powerful trails for future women in business and leadership.
Chuck: But you had a superhot romance going at the time, right? I believe a little bird told me it was more like threeeee hot romances?
Alice: Sort of. But—
Chuck: And I heard that you Venus girls wore black bustiers and feather boas on stage and then you all stripped at the end, like in Hair.
Alice: No way! Okay, Rhonda. He’s yours.
Chuck: Now, now, ladies! Put away your knitting needles! Hahaha! Moving right along, I have a few questions to ask you two today. First: If you were a shoe, what kind of shoe would you be?
Rhonda: Duh. A quad roller skate, maybe with wings and custom yellow wheels, just for fun.
Chuck: And you, Alice?
Alice: Comfortable. Blue, maybe.
Chuck: Is that it, Alice? No favorite brand?
Alice: First, you can call me Ms. Chalmers, and second, I need comfort. I teach on my feet all day long. If you want to badger me about it, I can just go read a few grammatically hideous student papers that will be way funnier than you.
Chuck: Touche! Next question. What are the three items you would absolutely need to have with you if you were shipwrecked on a desert island?
Rhonda: My laptop with a battery charged for life. An ice pick to break coconuts open. And my skates. Assuming the island has some sidewalks or roads to skate on. In fact, even if there weren’t any roads, I’d still have them there to look at. They are soooooo awesome.
Chuck: Alice? Er, Ms. Chalmers?
Alice: Oh, wow. A cook, a gardener, and a carpenter. All male, in their thirties.
Chuck: Excuse me? Those aren’t items.
Alice: I know, and you’re excused. But it’s my dream. Stay out of it.
Chuck: Okay. If you had only $15 to spend, what would be the perfect date?
Rhonda: Get ice cream at the beach and walk the cliff walk at Besker Park with my best dude.
Alice: Wait. How did you know I had only $15 to spend on my last date? Did you hack my phone?
Chuck: Of course not! How about if you had $50 to spend?
Rhonda: Take a Gelson’s deli picnic to Anaheim Stadium for a game.
Alice: We’d got out to eat Indian food at the hole-in-the-wall restaurant down the street. I like it spicy.
Chuck: Oooh. You do, huh? Are you free later?
Chuck: Well then, what’s your ideal date for $5,000?
Rhonda: Are you kidding me? A week in Paris with my BFFs. No men involved.
Chuck: Nice. Alice?
Alice: $5000? To blow on a date? Well, that would be me accompanying my son to the University of California for his first quarter.
Chuck: Okay. Your best friend is asked to describe you in five words. What would they be?
Rhonda: Persistent, clever (shut up—I am, too), devious, strong, and blunt. Maybe loyal. Depends which friend you ask.
Alice: It’s gonna take more than five words for me. Let’s see. Loving, motherly, talented, sometimes a little frustrated, world-wise—no, make that world-weary. Possibly a bit nervous—okay, a lot nervous. And maybe … full. Satisfied. Replete. Who needs men, anyway? They’re so complicated.
Chuck: Hah! Yes, we are, aren’t we? But what if your nemesis is also asked to describe you in five words? What would they be?
Rhonda: Persistent, clever, devious, strong, and blunt.
Alice: I don’t have time for a nemesis. But if you find one, and they want to describe me, I think I’ll just put my fingers in my ears. La-la-la.
Chuck: Ahem. If you could be the heroine in any chick flick, who would it be and why?
Rhonda: Lara Croft. OMG. I’d be all over raiding tombs.
Alice: Oh, I’d be Joan Wilder in Romancing the Stone, cutting loose and sliding down the muddy slopes of the Amazon River, swinging on vines across chasms, riding in the “Little Mule.” Wait. Did I say that out loud? Oh, sorry. I … mean … I’d be Miss Pettigrew in Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day. Much safer.
Chuck: Well, this has been quite exciting and illuminating, meeting the two of you. Can you two lovely ladies visit us again soon—maybe wearing your bustiers and boas next time? Wink, wink? Nudge, nudge? We’ll provide the poles if you do the dances!
Rhonda: Now, Alice? Please?
Alice: Go ahead, Rhonda. Make my day.
Amy Gettinger’s books:
Roll with the Punches
What happens when the novel you’ve just finished writing and started hawking to agents gets published by a nationally bestselling author—just when Dad starts storing milk in the tool chest? You hunt for the book thief, of course, aided by a goofy roller derby team and two drool-worthy guys. Whether skating in treacherous derby bouts or downhill chasing Dad, one thing is sure: you’d better not fall, girl. http://myBook.to/RWTP
Alice in Monologue Land
Practice your snort laugh! College instructor Alice is headed down the campus rabbit hole into a world of adventure, romance, and danger. Add a splash of chaos and some cringe-producing talk of female body parts–on stage. But her students are going missing. Can Alice find them in time to avert tragedy in this “carnival ride of a tale with more spins than a tilt-a-whirl?” ~ #DiiBylo of Tome Tender Blog http://myBook.to/Alice
Kiss My Sweet Skull
A collection of seasonal short stories featuring the faculty and students of Garden Beach College, the fictional home of my novel, Alice in Monologue Land.
“Cupid, with a Eucalyptus Tree, in the Teachers’ Workroom”: Annabelle Lopez’s anonymously delivered valentine is so perfect that she knows her soul mate is tantalizingly close by, except none of the local candidates seems quite right.
“Apples and Goat Cheese, and a Red Bikini (In France!)”: Frannie, an au pair girl for a surfing family on the sunny French Riviera, finds romance … and trouble lurking in the dark. The clue could be in the apples and goat cheese.
“Kiss My Sweet Skull”: Is pumpkin pie seriously the best answer for anthropology professor Dr. Betty Hundleby’s awful skull nightmares at Halloween? Or could an oddly timed kiss be just the thing she needs? http://myBook.to/Skull