One week ago, during Brett Kavanaugh’s p.m. Q ’n’ A portion of the Senate Judiciary Committee Hearing, Republicans’ demeanor had become literally LOUD and clear. Reading between their lines, their ‘tude could be summed up, thusly…
Let’s get this GD thing over with so we can summon the tailor for our boy Brett’s SCOTUS robe fitting!
Little doubt, they had already had this thing all sewn up, anyway! Hell, about the only one missing was the needle and thread expert who had custom made the window dressing for the Senate Chamber.
To better identify the bad actors in question, we are speaking of a Men’s ONLY, Republican cabal boasting 11 wackadoodle Senators and 1 beer addicted, wigged out, wannabe SCOTUS judge. Stunning ignorance, rabid irritability, glaring irrationality, wild irrelevance, social ineptness and crude, rude insensitivity are the individual components that… when combined… become this unbecoming, dirty dozen’s ferocious misogyny.
I could not and still cannot help but wonder how I could come of age within that same, eons old, sexist era… which they had… YET… emerge with my soul / DNA-deep respect for women and sensitivity to gender equality issues.
I believe that playing a significant role in my proper upbringing was the song featured in this post’s Vid of the Day… (to now quote Wikipedia) “the feminist-themed million-selling You Don’t Own Me, which held at No. 2 for three weeks behind the Beatles’ I Want To Hold Your Hand.” But, far more impressive than these stats were Lesley’s Lessons.
I was barely a 9-year-old when I first witnessed the courageous, progressive, 17-year-old Lesley Gore march up to the front-lines of a male dominated world to boldly proclaim, “You Don’t Own Me!” She had arrived at an opportune moment to instruct a boy, who’d soon be heading into adulthood, that no woman ever wants to be owned and objectified. A real man always respects a woman’s feelings.
On a related matter… while visiting any social network, YouTube included, it has become second nature for me to peruse the comment sections. I certainly was pleased to discover I had not been the only Sixties era, young male who had benefited from Lesley’s Lessons. Said Mr. J.G….
“Awesome lyrics and moodiness– perfect for the sixties. Some guys I knew back then were pigs, and many of them married and dominated and abused their wives who said very little about it to anyone. The seeds of Women’s Lib movement being sewn [sic] in songs like these.”
Males who can properly navigate You Don’t Own Me’s straightforward sentiments will never be steered wrong.
My interpretation of Lesley’s Lessons and (for the benefit of any righties who might accidentally click by to read this) my translation from English to Republican vernacular…
A relationship must ALWAYS be an equal partnership… NEVER a hostile takeover!