This article is authored by JESSICA RADLOFF at THE HUFFINGTON POST

This had to go up.

BETTY WHITE is, of course, one of the most amazing women in the history of show business. Everyone adores her. I am certainly no exception.

This is an absolutely hilarious read. JESSICA’S mother sounds an awful lot like mine.

However, my mama didn’t come from St. Louis. But that’s another story…

Having lived in Los Angeles for almost a decade, seeing celebrities is as common (and dare I say it, mundane) as going grocery shopping or working out.

Bottom line: You get used to it. Real quick.

The quicker I learned that lesson the better, since I often found myself working side by side with some of the people I most admired.

But now and then, you’ll find yourself in the same room as a true showbiz legend, aware that if you don’t take advantage of the moment, you’ll never get it back again.

December 2004: I was pet sitting at a gorgeous Brentwood estate when I got the urge to go grocery shopping at the tony Vicente Foods nearby. I never go grocery shopping so early in the morning. But I learned when you’re pet sitting a dog the size of Texas, you don’t get to sleep in either.

So, while I strolled the aisles of this small yet elite grocery store – in my pajamas no less – I came across this blondish/white haired woman in her early 80s.

Let me present to you the conversation that went on in my head…

“No way. It’s so not her. Nah. Couldn’t be. But what if it is? If it is, I have to go up to her. But I’m in pajamas. Of course I’m in my pajamas. That’s when my Mom says you see people you don’t want to see – cause you’re not looking your best. Ok, fine, Mom, you won. Lesson learned. I show up at the grocery in my pajamas and she’s here. This is just fantastic. Ok, so maybe it’s not even her. Maybe I’m just overreacting. But if it is her, then God help me. The poor woman is not going to know what just hit her.”

At this point, it should come as no surprise that my palms were sweaty and my heart was racing at lightning speed. Disclaimer: this is probably not the most common reaction to seeing a celebrity, but when you actually work in the same industry as this so called celebrity and hope to one day attain the same level of excellence. . . well, your palms get sweaty and your heart starts racing.

Still, embarrassing myself is quite an easy task for me and I was hoping beyond hope this wasn’t who I thought it was.

So I called Mom.

“Mom, don’t scream. But I’m at the grocery store and I think Betty White is in the frozen foods aisle next to me.”

Mom: “AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!”

Me: “I told you not to scream!”

Mom: “But it’s BETTY WHITE!!!! Jessica, I don’t care what you do. I don’t care if you have to get on the loudspeaker and tell her you are looking for her and she can’t leave the store until you meet her, but you go up to Betty White right this minute.”

The way my Mom said it to me, I was on my way to be grounded (1500 miles away no less – Mom lives in St. Louis) if I did not approach BETTY WHITE.

Me: “But Mom…I’m in my pajamas! And what if it’s not her?!”

Mom: “I don’t care if you’re walking around half naked. You go up to Betty White! And I promise you, it’s her! Now hang up and go call me back when you’re done!”

I’m not sure where I got the gumption to start stalking BETTY WHITE in the grocery store. But I also knew that if I didn’t, I would have bypassed a chance to meet one of my comedy legends.

I also would have never been allowed to come home again. I had to do it.

By the time I found BETTY again, she was in the produce section, crossing off items on her list. Yep, it was her all right, shopping by herself, completely unaware that a scared little 24 year old was about to ambush her.

“Excuse me, Betty. Hi! I hope you don’t mind, but I just had to say hi and tell you how much I love your work and The Golden Girls and Mary Tyler Moore – and everything you do. Seriously, you are just so wonderful and so funny! In fact, I just called my Mom because I wasn’t sure if it was you – oh and my Mom doesn’t even live here – she lives in St. Louis – but she told me that I had to go up to you and so now here I am…and now I’m going to stop talking! Oh, but before that, my Mom made it clear that if I didn’t get a picture with you, she probably won’t ever talk to me again. If you don’t mind of course!”

BETTY’S eyes opened wide as if Rose Nylund had just found out she was Ms. Saint Olaf. She grabbed my hand with both of hers and said, “Oh dear, aren’t you just so sweet. Of course!”

I’m not done yet, but if I were, the moral of the story is this: BETTY WHITE is a saint.

In LA, it’s kind of an unwritten rule not to go up to celebrities, especially when you’re in the local neighbourhoods and they are minding their own business.

And I do. Usually.

But this was BETTY WHITE.

And every hoity toity Brentwood trophy wife who was in the grocery that Saturday morning was thinking the same thing: “I could never be caught dead doing what that girl did. But man I wish I would’ve.”

For the next 15 minutes, BETTY and I chatted like we were long lost friends. She wanted to know my story. (I was an actor, just cast in a new sitcom called Campus Ladies, from St. Louis originally etc.)

Upon hearing the news that I was going to be part of a new show, she was as delighted for me as if I were telling my Grandma. (For the record, probably more so, because my Grandma really didn’t say much, except “Honey, if you’re happy, I’m happy.”)

BETTY herself pointed out that she was just cast on Boston Legal and said, “Well, honey, let’s make a promise. We’ll both watch each other’s shows!”

Of course, in my head I’m thinking, “You have got to be kidding me. Betty White just said she’d watch me if I watched her. Man, I better be good. If not, I just ruined my entire career.”

“Really,” I said, “I can’t tell you what an inspiration you are to me and how watching you influenced my decision to entertain others.”

The woman was delightful. And she took not one, but two pictures with me in case the first didn’t come out well (her suggestion, not mine).

Of course, when I called my Mom afterwards, it was clear I was the golden child once more. (Sorry, Laura, just go with the golden reference. . . After all, it’s clear we are both of equal importance in this family).

And in the years since, whenever my Mom comes to visit me in California, you better believe we always stop at San Vicente foods. Really, who needs THE IVY when you have BETTY WHITE at the supermarket?

But wait. My story isn’t done yet.

You see, this was not the last of my run ins with BETTY WHITE.

Thanks to that very sitcom that BETTY promised to watch, I was now (well, a few years later…) a member of the esteemed ACADEMY OF TELEVISION ARTS & SCIENCES (aka THE EMMYS).

And one of the coolest parts of being a member of such a prestigious organization is that you’re invited to some pretty awesome events.


And not only were we honouring BETTY WHITE, but we were welcoming some of her most memorable costars: MARY TYLER MOORE, VALERIE HARPER, ED ASNER, CLORIS LEACHMAN etc.

Honestly, who needs the OSCARS when you have these people?

BETTY was at her best that night: gracious as ever, but bawdy and downright dirty in her humour as well. She certainly had the stamina and wit of someone much younger.

That night was like witnessing comedy magic in a bottle and I was so honoured to be a part of it. As we all participated in a champagne toast later in the evening, it was obvious that as modest as BETTY was, there was no doubting her impact on television, colleagues, animals (she’s a devoted animal rights activist) and friends – including a now 28 year old actor who was so happy she got up the nerve to tell this woman what an inspiration she is.

So you see, as much as I love the recent honours and acknowledgements that BETTY is getting in her 88 years young life, I kind of feel protective of her and those that have always appreciated her talents.

She’s not staging a comeback and she’s not a new found treasure. She is, and has always been, a true legend.

She’s BETTY.


  1. glimmer Says:

    betty, the hottest female in hollywood…

  2. glimster, you’re definitely on to something.

    We’d all be exceptionally fortunate to look that fabulous at that particular juncture.

    Ms. White is an absolute goddess.

    Always has been. Always will be.

  3. Miranda,

    Thank you for loving my Betty article so much that you wanted to post it! I am very flattered!

    I hope you get the chance to meet her one day. . . she’s a WONDERFUL lady!

    Thanks again 🙂

  4. It was an enormous pleasure to publish your article, Jessica.

    You’re an exceptional writer with a superb sense of humour. Plus you got to meet one of my idols and discussed your experience in a very interesting accessible manner.

    With all of those qualities combined, it seemed like a natural fit for the site.

    I think that you’ll be pleased to know that your post has been incredibly popular here. Tons of hits. Everyone thinks it’s amazing.

    That’s as it should be.

    Though I have yet to meet the glorious Ms. White (you lucky, lucky girl…), I am completely aware of her awesomeness.

    Perhaps she and I will run into each other at some point. You never know. Fingers crossed.

    Thank you so much, Jessica. Your approval means a great deal.

    It was my privilege to showcase your work here. I was very happy to do so.

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