I feel a bit like I lost a friend today, even though I never met her. I worshiped Elizabeth Taylor from the time I bought my first movie magazine, and was the only kid I knew with the patience to watch "Cleopatra" from start to finish. I religiously followed every movie, every health issue and every husband, until I got my own adult life, and even then, I still had a place in my heart for the brash, violet-eyed, raven-haired broad who did so much for people who were infected with HIV and AIDS. She took no crap from anyone, didn't take herself too seriously, and was fiercely loyal to her friends, even when it seemed unreasonable to do so. If I could go to her funeral, I'd wear the outfit in the photo above.