I had a dream last night that they made a new Bond movie, but they didn’t say who was playing Bond. Throughout the movie you have no idea which character is really Bond, because he’s undercover, duh. And every single character, no matter how minor, was played by somebody famous, so they could all conceivably be Bond. And at the end it turns out Bond was Leslie Jones.
I read all these scripts by male writers where the female characters worry about getting older. The funny thing is, most of the women I’ve encountered have been HAPPY to get older. They have more money. They have more knowledge. They know how to say no, fuck off and this is bullshit. They no longer have to deal with periods and can have sex without worrying about getting pregnant. They don’t have children to care for so they can do whatever the fuck they want.
In a society that only values women for their looks, I can see how male writers would think that getting older is the worst thing that can happen to a woman. A woman gets old and she is no longer fuckable. A woman gets old and men don’t want to ogle her anymore. (I type this as I’m being ogled at the intersection of Hollywood & Highland.)
However, when I think of older women, I think of Harriet Tubman, Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Hillary Clinton, Sonia Sotomayor, Meryl Streep, Jessica Lange and Judy Dench. I think of my cousins and aunt who own their own homes. I think of my mother who handles our family investments, my grandfather’s girlfriend still working as a computer programmer, my Nana and the small business she owns and operates. I think of my boyfriend’s mother who was like, I’m going to France for 3 months, bye bitches.
Getting older isn’t the worst thing that can happen to a woman, it’s her best kept secret.
Uncredited Photographer Jewish Partisans Near Pinsk, Belorussia, USSR c.1944
The girl in the leopard print
That’s Faye Schulman! She’s known for her work photographing the Jewish resistance movement in eastern Europe - and, of course, her fabulous coat. As of July ‘17, she’s still alive! Check these out:
This is just a reminder that when Sir Terry Pratchett was knighted, he dug up his own iron ore, learned to smelt, smelted it, added meteorite iron, learned to forge, and forged himself a starmetal sword. As you do.
And then he put it away somewhere safe so he wouldn’t violate any UK knife laws.
