“Could there be block parties about which I don’t know? Maybe they’re in neighborhoods where I don’t go.”
We’ve got another beautiful, warm weekend ahead of us on the High Plains. (All of this warm, temperate weather is making me feel like I’m still in California, only no mudslides, so it’s a win for us here!) Maybe I just need a visit from the Ice Cream Man: Continue reading
I have a new obsession. If it were a man, my husband would be jealous (or so I would hope.) All weekend and much of this week so far, I’ve been listening to the You Must Remember This podcast, which is written and voiced by Karina Longworth. Its tagline is “exploring the secret and/or forgotten histories of 20th Century Hollywood.”
Why do I love it? It’s like eating a bag of potato chips, or a box of candy, but they’re really smart potato chips, and really nutritious candy. I think I’ve shared here before that on the rare occasions I read history books for pleasure, I read twentieth-century U.S. history. Longworth’s research and writing are all that, plus celebrity gossip, and more!
But by far, the best thing about You Must Remember This is the clear feminist through-line of Longworth’s analysis of the careers of women artists. I burned through the entire 12-part series she did last summer on “Charles Manson’s Hollywood” while washing my windows on Sunday afternoon, and this almost made window-washing a pleasure. This series includes a riveting analysis of Manson Family murder victim Sharon Tate’s short acting career along with a consideration of the not-very-revolutionary aspects of the Sexual Revolution for most women, even (or especially) women in the industry. Since then I’ve heard her fascinating reconsiderations of the careers of Marion Davies and Mia Farrow. Continue reading
When I saw this story last week, the image totally cracked me up:
It’s true! Graduate student Léa Briard’s dissertation research reveals the hierarchies among female horses: Continue reading
First we have the Abraham in Arms: War and Gender in Colonial New England (University of Pennsylvania, 2007) collection. I love these little figures, a gift from my husband. They represent a captive Anglo-American family (man, woman, and girl child) with two warriors. So much fun to pose on my bookshelves! Continue reading
Mother St. Barabra of the Swizzle Stick
Some of us had a little doll-related fun on Twitter today. Liz Covart (of Benjamin Franklin’s World) went in search of Betsy Ross Barbie, and was amazed to find it; Marla Miller, who first tipped us off to the existence of this Barbie, suggested that we all immediately Google “George Washington Barbie,” which of course we did.
I’ve got a barbie none can beat, friends–my Ursuline Barbie! But enough about my dolls; I’m here to tell you that I’ve been thinking about all of my book-related dolls and historical dolls in general while I’ve been walking around Québec this week, as Québec (like France) seems to have a weird fascination with both larger- and smaller-than-life representations of the human form. That is to say, I’m a huge fan of dolls, and even I’m a little creeped out by it.
Bookend bunnies to the cat: You can’t really see us, and you don’t want to do anything about us anyway.
Cat to the bunnies: My decision!
Rand Paul and James Monroe: you be the judge: