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Saturday, December 27, 2008

A Vindication of the Rights of Woman

I have been a feminist for over 40 years. Women as well as men have used the term in a derogatory manner throughout this time.

When I was a student I was constantly doing battle with male students, both left and right wing, not to be trivialised by having doors opened for me as if I were a poor weak little thing. You have no idea of the tricks they would play to get one over on me.

Sadly, the male of the species has used women's fight for independence to excuse bad manners - and indeed, some women have used rudeness and ungraciousness to refuse simple courtesies. Now people with walking sticks find themselves having doors left to crash into them, and those for whom doors are opened waltz through without making an acknowledgment, let alone giving thanks.

So, in my more mature years, I regard the opening of doors for others (ANY others) as mere good manners. But I have not lost sight of the supposed inferiority of the female that led to the patronisation of women in the first place.

I am glad to see that the problem has been the subject of thoughtful consideration for some time, as this passage from the book named in the title shows.

"I lament that women are systematically degraded by receiving the trivial attentions, which men think it manly to pay the sex, when, in fact, they are insultingly supporting their own superiority... S0 ludicrous, in fact, do these ceremonies appear to me, that I scarcely am able to govern my muscles, when I see a man start with eager, and serious solicitude, to... shut a door, when the lady could have done it herself, had she only moved a pace or two."

And the author of this wisdom? Mary Wollstonecraft (1759-97). Two hundred years ago she wrote her lengthy and erudite thesis on how women (and slaves, and the poor) responded to their treatment, and society's views of them, by conforming rather than by challenging. We don't appear to have caught up with her yet.

Mary Wollstonecraft

In case the name sounds familiar and you can't place it, she married William Godwin, and produced a daughter, Mary Godwin, later Mary Shelley - wife of the poet and author of Frankenstein.
No shrinking violet there.

Love and War

Bobby loves his mother, and in this episode, I can't help feeling he's at war with himself as much as with the Captain.

I love that little quiff!
"Doesn't anyone take my acting seriously round here?"
Of course we do sweetheart. But it can't distract us from our lust.
For example...
"Waaahhhh! My mother's dying, and all you want me to do is act sexy."
You don't have to act that, darling. It comes naturally.
"Well here's what you can do with all this fanmail."
"OK, I give up. I'm gorgeous, and there's nothing I can do about it."

Friday, December 26, 2008

Harold Pinter

The Nobel Prize-winning playwright dies on Christmas day of cancer, aged 78. He is famous for such plays as The Caretaker and The Birthday Party.

He sort of passed me by. I never went to see any of his plays. His anti-war, left-wing politics should have appealed to me, but never really registered. I suppose it was his marriage to Lady Antonia Fraser, the historical novelist, that made the most impression. I was once at the Royal Opera House when my companion told me the couple was seated a few rows behind us. I didn't even turn round to look.

In 1973-4 I worked for a while for the Greater London Council's Housing Department. Pinter had recently moved out of his council-owned flat. My new boss had received a request from a collector for - the front door! Yes, our very own madman, Spike Milligan (the greatest comic who ever lived) had a collection of doors. And he wanted to add Pinter's to it.

To my shame, that is the most - aside from his marriage - that I remember about him. And it isn't even his story.

Dark and Dreadful

For me, even worse than the murder portrayed in Masquerade, and the false friendship shown by the miserable perpetrator, it's his treatment of his poor innocent son that leaves the nastiest taste in the mouth.

Half my pictures for this episode are somewhere else. Sadly I don't know where. They got wrongly renamed and uploaded. A project for recapping :)

Alex looks on disapprovingly at Bobby's indulgence in champagne,
sending him into a sulk.

The cold shoulder doesn't work coming from you, Bobby,
all it does is make us want us climb your back.

Bobby doesn't dare to tell Ross that he's smiling at the cabbage stuck to his teeth,
not laughing at his joke.

Bobby takes the Python for a walk, advertising the fact that the constant rubbing
on his outer clothes has worn his fly white.

Bobby has trouble sitting down after all his exertions with the Vixens.
He tries unsuccessfully not to appear the most handsome man in the universe.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

A Fellow for my Bed

Bobby pouts because he didn't get what he wanted for Christmas.
After too much Christmas cheer, he needs to lean on the car to stop himself falling over.
He goes cross-eyed trying to focus on his own lovely eyelashes.
As usual he heeds his hands to describe things.
"I tell you, they were this big."
Eames grows longer arms in an effort to beat Bobby to the door.
Bobby is shocked at the deformity.
The Python struggles to escape its restraints.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

On The Rocks

Siren-Bobby called and the Val-ship foundered.

"OK, Eames, it's not worth fighting over, you drive."
Thinks: "I wish Eames would watch where she's going."
Eames: "Don't sulk, Bobby, it was only a little prang, there's hardly a scratch."
Bobby cannot be consoled. And it wasn't even his car!
Bobby forgives Alex with a smacker on the lips.
Brooke Shields' character exchanges pleasantries with Bobby:
"I've got something that's bigger than yours."
Bobby: "I know. It's your eyebrows."
"I do NOT pluck my eyebrows. That was the perp in an earlier episode."
Bobby tries out his new Horatio Caine impersonation.
Sorry, Bobby, you can't act that badly.
Your Bobby Goren impersonation is much better.
Bobby thinks about getting a manicure.
Yoohoo! I'll do it!
"They can fight over my neck and my eyelashes now.
Women are easy to please."
No we are not, sweetheart, you just possess a plethora of features that can't help but please.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Crossword Clue

This clue was in my Guardian Quick Crossword today:

4 down - Arousing sexual desire (6).

But Vincent doesn't fit (thinks rude thoughts).

Oh erotic! Why didn't you say so? Vincent and erotic mean the same thing, don't they?

Thanks to EDO via Diane for the top picture.

Monday, December 22, 2008

I had a little play...

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Definitely a Blind Spot

No matter how hard I try, I have very little luck dreaming about Vincent. I was having an extremely romantic fantasy about him as I fell asleep last night. SO I dreamt I was showing around the local area a very pleasant and friendly - Barack Obama!

"So how does it feel to be an insignificant little shrimp?"
"Does my hair look perfect in this?"
"I forgot Val's Christmas present."
"Do you think she'd like my eyelashes?"
"You were supposed to remind me!"
"Hey - I'll give her my smile!"
"Do I look angelic in this?"
"Huh! A shelf even I can't reach."
"I really think she'd like my eyelashes."
"Or maybe my neck would do."
"Damn! I've left her card at home."
"Phew! I shouldn't have run so fast to go and get it."
"Don't you call me cheap! I spend a fortune on mascara. And razor blades. And aftershave."
"Just a minute, I'm getting a message through."
"It said, 'Put on the light grey suit, it's SO sexy'."
"If I flick this switch it will electrocute either Ross or Declan. Votes please?"
Bobby pauses to do the Hokey Cokey.
NO! He gave the smile to someone else!

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