Hollywood icon Debbie Reynolds has a few regrets. Instead of spending the fifties and sixties guarding her chastity, she should have been having sex. Also, her three husbands were lousy lays, a magnificently feisty Reynolds recently told the Mirror:
I wish I had enjoyed more sex. I have only ever slept with my three husbands and one friend — and he was my one and only good lover. I was a virgin when I married my first husband, Eddie Fisher, and I was stupid and innocent. […] I wish I could have been more enlightened at 18 and learned more about men because I could have avoided all the traps.
As for losing Eddie Fisher to Elizabeth Taylor? “I was just like Jennifer Aniston with Brad Pitt when he fell in love with Angelina Jolie.”
She recounts Eddie’s lies and Liz’s sexual power:
My first husband ran off with Elizabeth Taylor. A light suddenly dawned. He was away working in New York and staying at the same hotel as Elizabeth. So I phoned her room — not his. He picked up the phone so I said: “Eddie, do you mind rolling over and telling Elizabeth I want to talk?” He started denying it, saying: “Don’t be silly.” Then I heard her say in the background: “Who is it, Eddie, darling?” I stood no chance against her. I was just like Jennifer Aniston with Brad Pitt when he fell in love with Angelina Jolie. If Angelina wants someone, then that is that. Certain women have that power. What chance did I have against Elizabeth, a woman of great womanly experience, when I had no experience at all?
Then she discusses her next two husbands: Harry Karl gambled away $50 million of Debbie’s money, until she lost all her houses, cars, and daughter Carrie Fisher’s tuition money. Richard Hamlett married her for money and wasted it all, too. The only “good lover” Reynolds ever had was Bob Fallon, who also slept around, but it sounds like they had some sort of agreement.
Fallon, you may recall, is the boyfriend Carrie Fisher nicknamed “Bob Phallus, because he came equipped with exotic creams and sexy toys.” He inspired Debbie to give Carrie a vibrator for Christmas, which she says she enjoyed. Carrie’s grandmother got one, too, but “said that she had gone this long without an orgasm; she might as well go the whole way.” Such remarkably different attitudes toward sex and aging, contained in three generations of Fisher-Reynolds women.