All Purls. No Swine.
In digging around for something to post about today, I see that it's exactly sixteen years since The Spice Girls released their upcoming Greatest Hits album, announcing that it would be exclusively available at the Victoria's Secret lingerie chain for two months before it was released anywhere else. https://youtu.be/ot_hI9m95pE Never really been a fan. (Yawn.)… Continue reading Adding Spice, and Sexiness, to Life
"Who is Angela Rippon?" You may ask. And it's perfectly fine if you do. I'm ready to go to war on her behalf. I know who Angela Rippon is mostly because I'm old enough to remember her insurgence on the BBC as its first permanent female journalist on the national television news. And also--not to… Continue reading You Go, Girl! In Praise of Angela Rippon
LOL. Just listening to my boyfriend Willie Nelson's latest-but-one album (I Don't Know a Thing About Love) which is a compilation of the works of country music songwriter/genius Harlan Howard. It includes such gems as Streets of Baltimore (otherwhere recorded by Gram Parsons and featuring a very young Emmylou Harris): https://youtu.be/VjAMoU6es-8 and She Called Me… Continue reading Do I Really Want “A Tiger by the Tail?” Not At My Age 🙄
There have been a few. Always hard to live with. On occasion, totally worth it. Sometimes, not: I offer this magnificent poem, courtesy of Douglas Murray's weekly column--Things Worth Remembering--on The Free Press: You said: “I’ll go to another country, go to another shore, find another city better than this one. Whatever I try to… Continue reading To All The Bulls In My Life Who’ve Taken Their China Shop With Them, Wherever They Go
Crimenutely. Naomi Wolf. King Charles. She’s entering the seventh decade of her life and, thirty-plus years ago, was the darling of the feminist movement, being praised fulsomely by folks like Gloria Steinem and Betty Friedan alike for her brilliant ideas. However, Camille Paglia never bought it. Something that intelligent women should have paid attention to,… Continue reading Naomi Wolf’s Dishonest Perspective on the Recent Coronation
Well, we're well over halfway to 2024's "Kiss a Ginger Day!" No sense letting Prince Harry have all the fun, so I think I'll throw my hat into the ring with a a lightly-edited version of a post originally published on the member feed on Ricochet, more than six years ago, on 2017's smoochy day,… Continue reading Growing Up Ginger, Again
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… Continue reading Ave Atque Vale: Glenda Jackson
A goat rodeo is a slang term for something going totally, unbelievably, disastrously wrong, and there’s nothing left to do but to sit back and watch the trainwreck. In other words, a goat rodeo is a chaotic situation, fiasco, or, more vulgarly, a shitshow--dictionary.com I've been there. After thirty years as a goat owner, I finally gave… Continue reading Gate Rodeo: Not My First, Nor (Likely) My Last
I don't guess I will ever be other than amazed at the ignorance of those on social media, particularly (it seems) those of my own generation/age group who appear determined to give us geezers a bad name. Full disclosure: It's possible that my own 30-year career in IT gives me an advantage, because--more than a… Continue reading Barking at the Moon
On this April 16, 2023, a day that would have been my grandmother Molly's 125th birthday, I bring back a post originally published six years ago today, on Ricochet. It was Easter Sunday for me then; it's Easter Sunday today for my Orthodox friends. Happy Easter, everyone! My grandmother Molly could be a rather stern… Continue reading On Granny. Oh, and On Chocolate, Too. And a Few Other Things As Well