Ave Atque Vale, Culture, Feminism, Womanly Feminism

Ave Atque Vale: Glenda Jackson

I think she first crossed my radar in 1971 (or so) when she appeared on Masterpiece Theatre in the United States, in the six-part (or so) program Elizabeth R. It was glorious.  So was she.

I was excessively irritated today on GBNews when some clown or other asserted (if you insist on making me look it up I will)  that her greatest usefulness had to do with her working-class upbringing, and that somehow her most valuable course in life had to do with real life and her ability to portray (Sunday, Bloody Sunday, etc) only her roots on the stage or on the screen in the 1970s.  As if–when it came to the matter of one of the greatest English Queens–she couldn’t possibly have risen to the occasion because she’d not lived the royal experience.


She was an ACTRESS, FFS.  One of the best, ever.

And because she could rise above that awful and unfortunate upbringing,  she overcame it to win a 1972 Emmy award.

I will never forget.  Her politics?  Awful.

Her life? Its bits of misery? I’ve lived this-and-that of the same myself.  Rest in peace, Great Lady.

Here’s hoping we can move on, as you did yourself.  I find you an unregenerate Lefty, and–yet–a personal favorite.

God Bless.

Peace Out.

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