Those broads over at Feminist Law Professors have done it again: how’s about a little nostalgia for all of you 30- and 40-somethings out there to get you misty-eyed on a Monday morning. (And not just because you don’t have time to watch the Superfriends any more before going to work because you still haven’t finished the book you assigned to your graduate seminar!)
First, Ann Bartow reminds us of one of the craziest dolls of the 1970s, “Growing Up Skipper,” who (those of you dames d’un certain age will remember) was the kid-sister of the Barbie family, and who grew breasts and got taller when you cranked around her left arm. Pubertyriffic!
Next, Bridget Crawford reports on the so-called “Opt-Out Revolution” five years later, the topic of a speech by Lisa Belkin at a Pace Law School conference last Friday, “Women and the Law: How Far We’ve Come and Where We Need to Go.” Go read Belkin if you must–E.J. Graff has shown that the “Opt-Out Myth” is something the New York Times discovers every decade or so–I was more taken with Crawford’s comments about how she thought we’d be past all of this feminism stuff because we’d get the ERA and equal pay and we could just sit back and enjoy the fruits of the labor of our foremothers in the feminist movement! She writes:
It was not that long ago (um, ok, yes it was) when the older girls in my grade school were singing Helen Reddy’s “I Am Woman.” I remember thinking women wouldn’t “need” that song in the future. I remember thinking we wouldn’t need cars, either. We’d all have George Jetson-like space vehicles that were powered by air (courtesy of my childhood imagination). I assumed the 21st century would be so different from life as we knew it then. But we’re here and it’s not.
Yeah, man: where the hell is my flying car?