Yesterday I searched IMDB to find the correct spelling of Jill Clayburgh’s name. Okay, not just the spelling; I needed to refresh my memory of her complete name. I went about it in such a backward manner. I typed Charles Bronson, found his wife Jill Ireland, clicked on her and found the name of her bio-flick, The Jill Ireland Story in which, guess who portrayed her? Clayburgh! I don’t know why I had such a block on her name since she occupies a very special place in my heart. A few years ago I watched her movie, An Unmarried Woman. I LOVED IT! Somehow I related– I don’t know why. It’s not like I’m married, with a child, facing a divorce and learning how to live without being defined by a man. Whatever. The thing is, watching it, Jill appeared to be a mature, older woman to me. Reading her bio on IMDB, I found out that Jill was MY AGE when she shot that movie! MY AGE! Why am I so surprised by this?

Youtube has a clip from this movie. Watching it now, Jill doesn’t seem so old anymore.