The Anti-Mom

Let's take a break from hockey moms with someone who really knew how to press some buttons.
She was black. She was from St. Louis. She sang in French. She was a sex symbol. She sometimes appeared on stage wearing only a few strategically placed bananas. She was sophisticated. She could be scandalous. She walked her pet leopard with the diamond collar down the boulevards of Paris. She was a decorated war hero. German soldiers used to pose with her for pictures while, unknown to them, the trunk of her limo was full of documents and intelligence for the French Underground. She was awarded the Croix de Guerre and inducted into the Legion of Honor. She was a great humanitarian. At her death, the French gave her a state funeral. She's one of my patron saints. She's La Baker: