I have two stories about Miss Ross. They are both considerably more banal than this look. One is that I once saw her buying boxed donuts at Ralphs in Beverly Hills (adjacent) and it was a very thrilling shopping experience. The other is that I had a brief DVR malfunction this weekend which meant that a shot of Diana Ross, resplendently deploying jazz hands, was stuck on my TV screen for quite some time and, honestly, I felt that it kind of classed up the joint.
