Carol solo masturbating at home from Give Me Pink
“I want to have fun,” she says with a shrug, sitting next to me on a cream couch and looking and sounding well rested, clear-voiced, even peppy. “It’s not like I have to be busy all the time!” The peppiness, it should be noted, is unflagging on all biographical fronts, recent and not, from the “hypochondriacal Christian Scientist” grandmother who raised Burnett to whether she’s dealt with ageism as a nonagenarian. (“Not from my own personal experiences, no!”) You’d forgive someone for saying this preternatural optimism seems almost at odds with the world we know, even though it’s a world that continues to contain Carol Burnett.












