RIP miss elaine kaufman

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Last year for Halloween, I donned one of my 400 black dresses, a pair of oversized black Swifty Lazar spectacles, and slapped a “Hello” nametag on the front of me that read: “HELLO. My name is Elaine Kaufman. Now GO FUCK YOURSELF.” Needless to say, it was a SMASH HIT with the decadent crowd with which I run.

Follow the link below to read a piece I wrote about Miss Elaine Kaufman shortly thereafter, a woman who has mightily inspired me in both my personal and professional lives. No, wait…strike that. Roll it back. Elaine Kaufman was no woman. Elaine Kaufman was a FUCKING BROAD.

I say “was” because that awesome, rollicking, profane provocateur/restaurateur left this world today at the age of 81, after nearly five decades of nourishing both the successful AND not-so-successful members of the New York literati…in every way that one person CAN nourish another. She fed them when they were hungry, cheered them when they were lauded, knocked them down a few pegs when they got too goddamned big for their britches, and mourned them with all her heart when they died. She was a force of nature who took no fucking prisoners and lived life on her own terms. She also counted some of the greatest minds of our generation amongst her closest friends. It would not be overstating it in the least to say that the end of her time here is also the end of an era. Kaufman was a walking, talking, cursing, belly laughing institution all her own — and in 2003, was, in fact, named a New York “Living Landmark” by the New York Landmarks Conservancy.

When they handed her the prestigious award…I imagine that she probably told them all to go fuck themselves.

Go get ’em, Miss Elaine.


Elaine Kaufman, 1929 — 2010

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About muffybolding

Muffy Bolding is a mother/writer/actor/knitter/feminist/withered debutante who likes the smell of asparagus pee, and remains obsessed with the bathroom hygiene of her three children -- despite the fact that they are 23, 19, and 16. She is blissfully married to a cute Jewish boy who looks like Willie Wonka, but remains tragically in love with the dead poet, Ted Hughes. She has the mouth of a Teamster, and her patron saint is Rocco (pestilence relief.) Ms. Bolding lives in Southern California, where she enjoys typing words, making movies, and plucking the rings from the fingers of the dead. She was the co-creator and Editor-in-Chief of the award winning satire zine, Fresno Lampoon, and in between writing screenplays, carnival barking, and savagely threatening her trio of darling larvae with a wooden spoon, she currently publishes the zine, "Withered Debutante." More of her work can also be found in the anthology, "Mamaphonic: Balancing Motherhood and Other Creative Acts", the compilation zine, "Mamaphiles III: Coming Home", as well as in The Cortland Review and hipmama.com. She is currently writing and producing for film and television, and working on a book of essays entitled, "Inside A Chinese Dragon." She has slept around, but not nearly as much as she would have liked.
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