This is so much cooler in the heat.
In spite of all the good things I heard about Mad Men, a drama exploring world of Madison Avenue ad execs in the sixties, I didn't cotton to it quickly. I knew the show was just being authentic its the times, but I just couldn't help but feeling a certain way about the way my black folks were being represented.They were merely figures in the background allowed a humorous aside here and bemused glance there to offer commentary on a swanky world where they were merely meant to serve, kind of like all those wisecracking animal appliances on The Flintstones.
However I hung in there, due in no small part to Christina Hendricks as office manger Joan Holloway and scenes like this one:
Joan and the rest of the women of Mad Men are far more intriguing figures than their ultra-competive and randy male counterparts. The boys club of Sterling Cooper has the world as its oyster while the women are meant to make due with scraps. It is quite interesting to see each of them take those scant pieces and attempt to turn them into a life in full. Joan uses what she's got (those undulating hips and uncanny knowledge of office politics) to get what she wants. Christina turns a role that could have came off as cartoonish and vampish into something far more meaty.*
(photo pinched from AMCTV)
*Sorry for all the food metaphors and references, I think my grumbling stomach to over writing for me.
What part of your childhood do you miss the most?
Submitted by MarettaBefore attaining the majority, I moved out and began living without the stuff that would've put my parents in prison for doing to me.
That was great. Then, I had to start busting my arse through university (paying my own way and keeping up academic scholarships). My time in high school was the most like what other people have when they go away to college. I just had a part-time job and high school. What pain is that? Well, other than high school was a ridiculous waste of time but compared to age 0-15, it was a dream-come-true.
This story kicked my arse.
Ok so after finally getting back into posting another family crisis hits. My husbands Aunt is extremely ill, and in hospital.She's over 80 so it's not completely unexpected, she had been having minor strokes for about 2 years and we had been trying for 2 years to get her to go into a retirement home so she would have help.It's all very convoluted and difficult , and she's in a really bad way right now. If you can spare a good thought for Joan Hunt , then it would be greatly appreciated.
Holy crap. I couldn't have said it or conducted a better experiment. While it's an Onion, it's truer than we'd like to think.
What part of your childhood do you miss the most?
Submitted by Maretta.
The part I miss most as an adult is the freedom - from obligation, from 'acting your age', from responsibility. We use to have great adventures as kids. I kind of miss letting my imagination run WILD, and not caring what anyone thought. I still have adventures but they are planned and very few and far between. (Note to self : have more adventures !! life is too short.)
And as for "Brandy?" My arse. "Brandy" probably looks like this and lives in a flat with aluminum foil over the windows.
That said, I'll again repeat that I love the idea of Twitter being used for good, like updating important, short or interesting shares. The above is not an interesting share -- without looking. I already know I don't give a shite.
Last week I got a call from my good friend Carolyn, who told me a heart wrenching story...
Another friend of ours who works as a veterinarian was at the clinic early in the morning, when she walked by the entrance she heard a loud thump and squealing tires. Some horrible person had thrown a 6 month old yellow lab puppy at the glass doors. She immediately grabbed the puppy, x-rayed it and found that it had a fractured leg. She took it upon herself to have it treated and cared for until she could find a home for it. Wrapping the poor puppies leg in a little pink cast.
When Carolyn told me about the puppy, she offered her to us but we could not imagine having the responsibility of two dogs. She spoke about her all last week and I could tell she really wanted nothing more than to bring the puppy home herself. Unfortunately her apartment does not allow dogs, though her lease is up in less than two months so she had planned on moving to a new place that accepts pets. But the dog had no place to stay until then. Jon and I talked about it and agreed that Carolyn really deserved to have the puppy, this is the girl who so wholeheartedly loves our dog, so we offered to do a favor for her and be foster parents until she can move the pup into her new apartment in September.
I'm both a little nervous and excited about having a puppy around again, but I'm happier than anything to be able to help out a friend and a hurt dog who really needs a good home.
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