Angela Lansbury, Sex Icon

I once had a roommate who had a legitimate crush on Angela Lansbury. I never knew how to make sense of this, because she's pretty old and not particularly attractive in my opinion, but if the voice of a teapot does it for you, who am I to judge?

This past weekend, Priscilla gave Lindsay a photography book of famous Divas. The cover art was mesmerizing - just look at Lansbury do that high kick!

Maybe she's a sexier woman than I gave her credit for. I guess I've always just associated Lansbury with my grandparents since Murder She Wrote is their favorite television show of all time. I love a good whodunnit, but the premise is a bit funny. Lansbury plays Jessica Fletcher, a writer, not a detective, yet she just happens upon a murder on a weekly basis. If I were one of her friends, I'd think twice about spending much time with her.

Since Fletcher lives in a small Maine town called Cabot Cove, I wondered how absurd the murder statistics there must be. Fortunately, James Barron of The New York Times did my research for me: over the course of the show, a full 2% of the town's 3,560 (and dropping) residents were killed. That's not even factoring in murders of people who just happened to be visiting the area; apparently those figures are even more alarming. It's a wonder that the tourism held up as well as it did. For some perspective, generally in Maine, a town of that size averages about one homicide a decade.

To get back on topic, maybe people were dying all around her because Lansbury is so drop-dead gorgeous. It's a thought anyway. In spite of her surprisingly nice legs, I'm not yet on the Lansbury-Sex-Goddess train, but if you are you just might love this next video. It's a clip of Lansbury naked in a bathtub while rubbing herself and describing the sexuality of mature women. I kid you not, so viewer beware! If she's not your thing, you might want to just skip the video or else you'll find yourself contemplating Suicide, She Wrote.