My mother named me to honor her older sister, Ethel, who died while saving a child from drowning shortly before my birth. “Ethlie” was meant to be sort of “little Ethel.” I’ve spent a lifetime spelling it for people.
I was the only Ethlie around until people started naming their daughters after me. Flattering, yes, but I had gotten used to being unique. Of course when I was a kid I used to pretend my name was “Susie,” just to be normal.
No. I still don’t want to be a writer. I just don’t know how to do anything else.
Don’t laugh. This is probably my most frequently asked Frequently Asked Question. The answer is: Yes, yes, and almost. I really do have red hair, but I don’t think this particular red is actually found in nature. I color it with anything from curry powder to Thai tea to Kool-Aid… you could make a meal of my head. The curls just do that all on their own.
Yes, it was a lot of fun. When you’re seen on camera, people come up to you on the street and say ‘hi’… clubs and restaurants treat you better… you get invited to parties and concerts and awards shows… you even get free clothing and make-up. The downside is that I was perceived as a gossip, something I actually am not.
One’s really handsome, one’s really sweet, one’s really intense. You figure it out.
Ethlie was on the shortlist to be one the original MTV VJ’s. She lost out to Nina Blackwood. (Or maybe to Martha Quinn…)