My sense of humor, that is. Or have I ever really had one to begin with?
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Kalilily Time
Just an old lady talking to herself
My sense of humor, that is. Or have I ever really had one to begin with?
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You are so awesome. You truly are an amazing woman. I hope I can attain one tenth of your savvy, energy, and committment when I have reached retirement age, which should be in about, oh, 20 minutes or so.
When I wrote that, I meant to leave it on Paynter’s site, but for some reason the comment box–well, there wasn’t one. And I thought: maybe it would be ok to leave it here (at blogsisters) because it didn’t seem like that many people have been interested lately, and those that have been are very, very serious, sad, angry, um…uptight? Touchy? Prickly pears?
I am constantly cracking wise, it’s my release valve I guess, that’s why I voluntarily put myself in the corner. I still have 2 days left on my self-imposed time-out. By then it will be the weekend and time for the funny papers.
I meant no disrespect, on the contrary: you have lifted yourself up higher on the plateau of feminist (empowered) survivors because of that interview. It was magnificent. I think it would make a great book, and we need more books, the stories need to be told of the evolution of women from the 50’s, because I’m telling you, these young girls are absolutely clueless about what really went on back then.
The girls I went to university with (in the late 90’s, for crying out loud,)thought of us all as a bunch of bra-burning, radical, broom-ridin’ “ball-busting” witches that leaned heavily towards lesbianism. The boys had an even worse opinion. I was in absolute shock. They did not believe the stories of sexual harassment in the workplace, or any of the other stories about back-room abortions. It made me sick at my stomach to realise all that work went down the drain, that to all these new people, all our sacrifices were just chalked up to hormone flashes and a hatred of men. Can you believe it?
So, it is imperative that you get your story OUT THERE for the world to see. We need to remind everyone of our motivations for this work, and why, even though we did all of this work, there STILL is not Equal Rights for Women in this new millennium.
If you tell it with the same wit and wisdom and honesty that you did in the interview: they will listen.
I love you, Elaine of Kaliliy.
Hey, Elaine–I think you’re fun and funny at all the right times. The War in Iraq is no sitcom; gender injustice does not have a happy ending after 3 commercials. Sheesh, imagine a world in which we all had to be charming every minute. Errr–I’m not trying to pick on Kate either. One of the reasons I’ve advocated keeping the stuff at blogsisters varied is that we have more chance of people “tuning in” to read our rants if we do more than rant.
Hugs to you, and I loved the bit about the pillowcases. Reminds me of my mom, who loved to knit everyone blankets using not old-fashioned homespun hand-dyed sheep wool but the toughest and brightest synthetics she could lay hands on. Yep, we still use them–they’ll never wear out, they’re like titanium blankets dipped in DayGlo.
Oh Kate. Believe me, I wasn’t at all insulted by your remark, which was right on the money. You got me thinking about other things I’d like to write about, including “style.” Thanks for the friendly poke. I needed that. And Betsy, it’s not that I’m going to stop writing about the war; rather I’m going to try to remember who else I am.