Mary J Blige always reminds me of one of Queenie’s friends, Miz V. Miz V was glamourous to my six year old eyes: brassy, always swathed in velour, loud perfume, and red lipstick.
Queenie and Miz V are still thick as thieves despite various limitations (read: age). When the two get together they are a riotous pair, talking men, growing up in South Philly, and French Whores*.
:Just Fine” embodies Miz V when I was six and my pick me up song.
*How she described her smell after bathing herself in Opium perfume. Imagine a deep brassy voice rolling out “We smell like a couple of French Whores!!” followed by raucous laughter.