Elly May was an eyeful!
No one sauntered around a ceement pond like Elly May Clampett.
With her swelling breasts and skintight, decidedly un-designer jeans, Donna Douglas a.k.a. Elly May fueled a generation of pre pubescent baby boomer boys fantasies.
When a voluptuous Elly May uncharacteristically donned a pricey Balenciaga gown at the prodding of spinsterish Miss Hathaway we watched with delight as she comes into site at the top of the stairs smiling, teetering down the winding steps on spiked heels as the camera lovingly lavishes attention on her hour-glass figure slowly panning from head to toe.
The admiring spell is broken moments later when her cousin Jethro snorts loudly “Always knew you was just a sissy, Elly May!” stopping Elly in her tracks.
“I can whup you any day o’ the week Jethro Bodine!” she shouts as she trips down the stairs and starts pounding on her dim-witted cousin
Later when a polite young man tries to kiss her hand she spins him flat on his back, exclaiming that “he was fixin to bite me.”
She was totally oblivious to her charms, and that was part of her appeal.
Unlike the adult eroticism of a Playmate centerfold her utter naiveté made her a luscious but non threatening sexual object.There was never a hint of lasciviousness in this pig-tail-sportin’ critter-lovin’ buxom beauty.
And unlike the stealth required of a 1960’s youngin’ in sneaking a glimpse of a Playboy bunny, the curvaceous Clampett was displayed right there on our 17 inch RCA TV’s in our own wood-paneled suburban dens.
Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
Elly also appealed to girls who didn’t want to conform to society expectations. You see according to her father Jed, she wasn’t like other girls.
Because the Clampetts were strangers in Californy, and “getting powerful homesick,” Mr. Drysdale ( in the hopes of keeping their oil soaked millions in his Beverly Hills Bank) was always trying to introduce Elly May to “get meetin’ other gals like herself.”
“But Elly ain’t like other girls” explained Paw. “They dress up all fancy. You know she hates sissy things.” Says Jed “I reckon that’s the wrong way for her to be,” Jed admitted sadly, “and its my fault for tryin to go against nature.”
High class folks were always trying to get her to “fit in.” But as Jed pointed out “They don’t cotton to gals who wrassle or slide down banisters or climb trees.”
Shucks, I reckin’ Elly may have spoke to lots of girls too.
R.I.P. Elly May
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