I walked into the room with a confidence that would have been alluring on a more attractive woman but, unrelentingly average as I am, could only be read as arrogance. My oversized tank top skimmed over breast-shaped breasts, hiding feminine curves that still have to be mentioned even though you couldn’t even see them. I wore tight pants that said “workout,” stretched over a generous ass that said “work me out,” and he might have been tempted to take me up on my unmistakable offer had I not been, tragically, in my late thirties. Above my neck, there were other body parts.
Someone put a Pussyhat on Harriet Tubman.
It was the memorial to Harriet Tubman in Harlem, the one with the roots of slavery trying to hold her back as she strides determinedly toward freedom, and someone knitted a Harriet-Tubman-statue-sized pink Pussyhat and then put it on her.
Y’all, don’t do that.
Politically, things seem to be getting worse, not better. There’s been a deadly earthquake in Mexico, a deadly hurricane in the Caribbean — no, not that one, the other one. No, not that one, the other other one. And in the middle of it all, Congress has decided to take another swing at destroying healthcare, and as one might expect, this verse is worse than the first. But when things get hard, we can always think about Timoclea of Thebes.
They’re going down. Some of them are, anyway. But they’re not going down without a fight from the heritage-not-hate devotees of the tributes to the fight to preserve slavery and white supremacy. New Orleans has taken down statues honoring Confederate generals and leaders, and Charlottesville has voted to do the same. But just as quickly as the statues are falling, city and state governments are proposing protections for such monuments as a matter of “heritage.” Alabama passed theirs on Friday, and Louisiana’s is in the works.
So what’s really behind this desperate protectiveness of Civil War participation trophies, and why do they have no place on taxpayer-owned land? Let’s talk.
Recently deceased poet/musician Leonard Cohen features for this week’s Open Thread. Please natter/chatter/vent/rant on anything* you like over the next few weeks.
* with a few netiquette exceptions e.g. election-specific stuff belongs on the dedicated Open Election Thread , thank you kindly
The change of season (or in some cases the change not turning up) features for this week’s Open Thread. Summer doesn’t appear to want to let Australia go into Autumn just yet, how are you Northrons going with getting some Spring?
Please natter/chatter/vent/rant on anything* you like over this weekend and throughout the week.
* with a few netiquette exceptions
Share your thumbs-ups and thumbs-downs here, for whatever production and whoever’s performance, and feel free to go to town with subtext and meta-commentary. Just please be spoiler-aware for those readers who haven’t managed to catch up with various books/movies/TV yet.
I’ll get you started. Consider going to see The Dressmaker.
Firstly, my apologies for neglecting to post a seasonal greetings Open Thread a few weeks ago. Belated wishes for a Happy New Year! Secondly, I hope you will forgive me via the adorableness of these three kittens we adopted a a couple of months ago. Please natter/chatter/vent/rant on anything* you like over this weekend and throughout the week.
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If you are a leftist, a feminist, or an enthusiastic lover of NYC history, the 1909 Shirtwaist Strike is or should be an event of major importance on your historical radar. If, like me, you’re all three, it’s practically one…