Showing posts with label HBO. Show all posts
Showing posts with label HBO. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Iron-Jawed Angels In Lovely Hats and Dresses

DAHLINGS -

I am certain that there are those of you out there who are convinced that I have been turned into a shrieking harpy by this election season--

BE QUIET, YOU! I HEARD THAT LOW CHUCKLE! IF YOU WANT TO KEEP YOUR JOB YOU'LL KEEP YOUR FERAL GRUNTING NOISES TO YOURSELF!

Peasant.

Now, where was I? Oh, politics. Mon bien-aimé lectrices (you gentlemen are included, too), please do take a moment to read this piece, which was sent to me this morning by a dear friend. It concerns Women And the Vote.

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IF WE EVER KNEW...THIS IS WHY WOMEN SHOULD VOTE.

This is the story of our Grandmothers and Great-grandmothers; they lived only 90 years ago. Remember, it was not until 1920 that women were granted the right to go to the polls and vote.



The women were defenseless, but they were jailed nonetheless for picketing the White House, carrying signs asking for the vote.


Lucy Burns
And by the end of the night, they were barely alive. Forty prison guards wielding clubs and their warden's blessing went on a rampage against the 33 women wrongly convicted of 'obstructing sidewalk traffic.' They beat Lucy Burns, chained her hands to the cell bars above her head and left her hanging for the night, bleeding and gasping for air.


Dora Lewis
They hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashed her head against an iron bed and knocked her out cold. Her cellmate, Alice Cosu, thought Lewis was dead, and suffered a heart attack. Additional affidavits describe the guards grabbing, dragging, beating, choking, slamming, pinching, twisting and kicking the women.

Thus unfolded the 'Night of Terror' on Nov. 15, 1917, when the warden at the Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his guards to teach a lesson to the suffragists imprisoned there because they dared to picket Woodrow Wilson's White House for the right to vote. For weeks, the women's only water came from an open pail. Their food--all of it colorless slop--was infested with worms.


Alice Paul
When one of the leaders, Alice Paul, embarked on a hunger strike, they tied her to a chair, forced a tube down her throat and poured liquid into her until she vomited. She was tortured like this for weeks until word was smuggled out to the press.
http://memory.loc.gov/ammem/collections/suffrage/nwp/prisoners.pdf

So, refresh my memory. Some women won't vote this year because why, exactly? We have carpool duties? We have to get to work? Our vote doesn't matter? It's raining?

Last week, I went to a sparsely attended screening of HBO's new movie 'Iron Jawed Angels.' It is a graphic depiction of the battle these women waged so that I could pull the curtain at the polling booth and have my say. It is jarring to watch Woodrow Wilson and his cronies try to persuade a psychiatrist to declare Alice Paul insane so that she could be permanently institutionalized.


And it is inspiring to watch the doctor refuse. Alice Paul was strong, he said, and brave. That didn't make her crazy. The doctor admonished the men: 'Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity.'

What would those women think of the way I use, or don't use, my right to vote? All of us take it for granted now, not just younger women, but those of us who did seek to learn.

HBO released the movie on video and DVD . I wish all history, social studies and government teachers would include the movie in their curriculum, and anywhere else women gather. I realize this isn't our usual idea of socializing, but we are not voting in the numbers that we should be, and a little shock therapy is in order.

Please, pass this on to all the women you know. We need to get out and vote and use this right that was fought so hard for by these very courageous women. Whether you vote democratic, republican or independent party - remember to vote.

History is being made.




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Well! That was certainly a strong brew, wasn't it? I confess that I did not read it in its entirety, but I did admire the pretty dresses many of the women were wearing. Mon dieu, that makes me sound like an intelligent Sarah Palin. Pardonnez moi!

Ciao,

Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog



Monday, September 3, 2007

Kudos to Justin Timberlake, Bringing Sexy Back!

DAHLINGS -

I never thought I would ever mention pop singer Justin Timberlake in my blog-thing...I mean, wasn't he married to Britney Spears or Pamela Anderson or Marilyn Manson? Or someone of that low-class ilk? That is the sort of music my personal assistant listens to.

When I am not around.

Be that as it may, I found myself in the uncomfortable position of attending a dinner party in East Hampton; to my horror, the after-dinner entertainment was to be Justin Timberlake's concert on HBO!

I would have stalked out, but my escort insisted on staying. He's quite aged, but tries desperately to stay "hip" (one of those bald-headed men with ponytails, don't you know).

Well, the music was repetitive, as least to my shell-pink ears. Mr. Timberlake is a slight, handsome, unintimidating person--he reminds me of a restaurant parking valet--who wears suits, or parts of suits, and he rarely stops moving during his show. There was a lot of platforms going up and down as well.

The reason I felt compelled to write was the dancers--! The female dancers were deliciously curvaceous, with real hips, thighs, bellies, all of the standard accoutrements of a normal female anywhere outside of a fashion magazine. Your faithful correspondent was astounded. Where were the stick-thin anorexics usually seen during such spectacles? When these women shimmied, they had something to shimmy with! And the costumes emphasized their fleshiness...underwire bras, garters, wonderful panties gathered across the hips! (There was one dancer with oddly striped blonde and brown hair, but a phenomenal blonde more than made up for that one strange lapse of taste.)

In short, the female dancers were as sexy as old-fashioned pin-ups, and at the same time, in tune with the new curviness about to be trotted out for Fashion Week. Or so one hopes.

And so I must tip my fedora to Mr. Timberlake for being in show business and still appreciating what real women look like!

Ciao,
Elisa & Bucky The Wonderdog
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