I didn’t have to say a word. I lived a storied life, and everyone thought they knew my life story. They didn’t. That was all right. His stories were fun, exciting, and larger than life. My late husband, Aaron Spelling, rewrote pop culture with his shows. The Mod Squad and Dynasty dictated fashion trends. (Nolan Miller’s fashions from Dynasty became instantly recognizable.) It was all about the hair in Charlie’s Angels. Fantasy Island and The Love Boat are still synonyms for vacations. Who doesn’t know where 90210 is or who lives there? Melrose Place started showing up on tourist maps. His movie Mr. Mom redefined spousal roles. Everyone wanted a Starsky & Hutch car. The “fight” between Linda Evans and Joan Collins, dragging each other around in the water, became instant camp; and we laughed when we heard stories about how fans were re-creating the scene at parties. Everyone knew Aaron’s stories and those of the characters on his shows. When we went out, I had to be the best-dressed perfect wife, the ultimate model of the Hollywood wife, one who appeared to have stepped right out of one of Aaron’s shows.
