Barbara Walters is the queen of keeping it together. Her autobiography, which she's flogging tirelessly around the country, could be summarized this way: Lots of crap thrown at her over many years. Crap handled. Success ensues. She's survived the deep odds of the network viper pits and ended up writing her ticket. Browbeaten by her grumpy male co-anchor a few decades ago? The View! Take THAT!
Friends of hers say she's sacrificed a more contented life to get where she is.
Even though there's some self-deprecation and self-doubting in her book, the overall sense of Barbara - in the book, on the air, in person - is that she has her s- shellacked and tied down and don't even think about trying to muss it up. Barbara knows exactly what she wants to say, how and when. Even happy or sad reminiscences seem explicitly measured out and repeated precisely.
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Causes Phil Bronstein Supports
Good Ones; anything involving the possibility of redemption.