Post | 05/09/2008 2:06 pm
wOw's Comments of the Week 5/3 - 5/9
Editor’s Note: The following comments have been edited for length
Comment to the Question of the Day on May 9
Bonnie Oliver - 5/9/2008 12:39 AM
There isn’t just one book. The Bible, of course. Yet, my first Nancy Drew "The Hidden Staircase" opened my eyes to the miracle of story writing. At 16, I wept over "Gone With The Wind" and did an oral presentation of the story to my Forensic (Debating) Club and had most of the girls weeping too. At 17, I read Ayn Rand’s "The Fountainhead" and then "Atlas Shrugged". Took me almost 10 years to recover when I finally realized that Ms. Rand really meant it when she said that to believe in her theory of Objectivism, one must first put aside God and charity.
In my first year of college I read what I consider one of the greatest books every penned, "The Great Gatsby" by Fitzgerald. Yes, that novel provided a young girl who not long before lost her father to an early death with the will to realize that not all dreams die when tragedy strikes… to gain comfort by thinking of the green light at the end of the dock. And, finally, but, back in high school, Shakespeare’s "Taming of the Shrew" taught me about wry humor, and the joys of falling in love. I might add that I learned feminism from my dear Mother.
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Comment to the Conversation on May 5
phyllis Doyle Pepe - 5/6/2008 5:54 PM
Well––––I just finished dinner and this read is like a powerful after-dinner mint with a brandy chaser. I found myself agreeing with Mary, but after reading Marlo’s experience with MR.BIG, and certainly understanding her take on political correctness I find myself in the middle of a muddle. And perhaps that’s where we can draw the line––––in the middle––finding the balance. For instance, I have a friend that’s from Antigua and it drives her nuts when she’s labeled an African American. I, too, like the word “Black”–-it’s a good strong word. We do have to take care of other’s feelings, but I sometimes think we go overboard. As far as SOME men being insensitive: I sometimes think it’s up to us to educate them. Lord knows, they have come a long way from treating us like cattle and not letting us vote. It’s a shame that Marlo was as nice as she is because her retort should have been, “You have GOT to be kidding?” And this, I am quite sure is as politically correct as you can get.
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Comment to the Conversation on May 5
Lorraine Bates - 5/7/2008 12:43 PM
Being called a broad by Bogie would have been a high compliment! Broad means something - a broad doesn’t take sh*t from the boy’s club - she’s her own woman, no apologies.
Viva la broad!
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Comment to Mary Wells’s Post on May 8
Maurine H - 5/8/2008 12:04 PM
Mary, what a loving tribute to your mother and your relationship with her. Isn’t it a mysterious and wonderful thing that we can have conversations and appearances that transcend the physical? My mother’s presence is still very much with me and I’ve had her whisper in my ear or, like you, appear at the foot of my bed - just a little, just for a minute, but there, nevertheless. Sometimes I carry the memory of her scent, her smile, one of her hundreds of expressions, or her laughter around with me for a whole day- like a fresh handkerchief in my pocket. Happy Mother’s Day to you -and to your mother- she knows where you are. All our Moms do.
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Comment to wOw’s Views on the News on May 7
Mugsy Peabody - 5/7/2008 1:42 PM
In all times and in all places, the normal curve rules. In the US we have everything from brilliant political thinkers to people my cat wouldn’t bother to talk to. There were wonderful, honest people in the race. John Edwards for one. No one in their right mind would think Russ Feingold could run for office and win because he is so honest. Molly Ivins always told the truth, and her friend worried constantly that someone would assassinate her. Governor Richards was defeated by one of the biggest liars that ever walked into the Oval Office. So exactly what is this poll about. Shall we rephase the question? Everyone raise their hands who believes that there is something so wrong with our political system and those who manipulate it with dumbed-down polls and advertising and milions upon millions of lobbyist/corporate dollars to the point where being honest and straightforward with the American public is (a) impossible and (b) not rewarded. Now, let’s add the pressure of having a pack of hungry wolves following you about for the better part of a year writing down or recording every single thing you say and throwing away everything except what might make a headline, and everyone now raise your hands to indicate those who actually think they would run for dog-catcher under these circumstances.
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Comment to wOw’s Views on the News on May 7
beth willis - 5/7/2008 6:44 PM
Some Americans are more comfortable with Reality TV; thus, they expect the same from the “news” or the political process. I say each candidate print a bibliography of their works, their recommended reading which influences them. the names of their projected cabinet members, position papers on major issues, their favorite movies….no, no, no not that last one. Then for the next two months they go into hiding..Cheney can suggest some places. During that two months each will appear separately once a week on radio to embellish…no, no, no, not that last one, CLARIFY their positions. Of course, the rest of us are poring over the bibliographies, oh yeah, no news coverage of the candidates for two months.THEN, one two hour debate, on radio, go to polls next day and vote. This is just to select the Democratic nominee.
I know you’re going to label this scenario impossible, contrived, unAmerican. Look what we have now? Too many freaks, not enough circuses. Never Mind.
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Comment to the Conversation on May 5
Emcye - 5/6/2008 6:30 PM
Years ago, I pulled Chuck D (Public Enemy) aside at a symposium on Violence in Media in LA. It was Arianna, Jack Valenti, Michael Bays and Chuck - all on the dais talking ‘woe is me!’ about the state of our culture, and he was cursing away the entire time; in a discussion about creating a better world for our children. So later, I asked him if he would be ‘using that language’ if his kids were present. He said, Honestly, No. We agreed: Curse words are like limousines. They should only be ridden to special occasions. You don’t hop in a limo every time you go to the 7-11. (Chuck preferred Town Cars, anyway.)
Of course, my teenage son thought this conversation was the funniest thing he’d heard in his life, in a most mortifying kind of way.
If it’s not one thing, it’s your Mother.
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Comment to wOw’s Views on the News on May 7
Lorraine Bates - 5/7/2008 1:34 PM
Whatever. Puppets who live in glass puppet shows probably shouldn’t throw stones. Or, for the more Biblically (sp?) inclined, let he who is without sin cast the first stone.
If you’ve never told a lie to get ahead, get out of something, or get what you want….you’re a liar.
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What a great group!
Dear Maurine H —- I want to thank you for the “fresh handkerchief in my pocket” image. From now on that will identify an experience I’ve had variations of since my Mother died, some five years ago. Within a year of her death, I was on my customary dusty hike, at the top of the scrubby hills of Griffith Park, when I was stabbed by the desperately sad thought that I would never hear my Mother’s voice again. At that very moment, I DID hear her voice—- saying “Hi, Honey!” in exactly the tone I recognized from the many times I came home from school, and moped into the house, a plump and wretched teenager. And, as I heard her voice, I saw, filling the great expanse of sky and the valley below, a pale hologram of her smiling face, in her best, most beautiful years, her glamorous forties. She had a smile that belied her own delicacy and moodiness… and now, when I see that smile in my mind’s eye, I irresistibly smile myself. Something I couldn’t do in my miserable teens.
Dear Holland - I was so touched by the images our mothers evoke for those of us who dearly miss them. You hologram image is one that I will remember. Thank you so much for sharing it. Yes, our mothers are so deeply a part of us that they can make magical appearances in wonderful, unexpected ways. Happy Mothers Day to you.
And thanks to you ladies of wOw for the honor of having my comment to Mary selected this week. I can tell you that my mother would be bursting with pride. (Probably she is).
Smart, witty, poignant, provocative, intelligent, stirring. Another week. Another WOW! Thank you ladies for making this an entertaining, informative, hilarious and addictive site.
I loved the imagery of all the responses, what wonderful writing.
I enjoyed re-reading each post. Simply marvelous. Thank you for sharing your wonderful talent and personal experiences with us.
My life changing book was Motherless Daughters by Hope Edelman. I related to so many of the women who lost their mothers. I read it at the age of 33 and became so very strong and confident afterwards. I cried for the women in the book, and myself, it helped me to complete my grieving for my mother that was taken at the early age of 32 as a result of breast cancer. I have given it as a gift many times to motherless daughters.
To April,
Thank you for sharing about “Motherless Daughters”.My mom
passed when I was 42.
I had four young children at the time…so I did not have
time to grieve.Some of my friends still have their moms
who are in their mid 90’s. My children are about the age I
was when I lost my mother. I think about how it will be when
I leave them and I become very sad. I tell them they have
their children to raise and time will heal their grief as it did
mine. I remember one of my mom’s last wishes..she said
“Don’t forget me.” And we haven’t.
First, I am a man in a womans world, so please bear with me. I don’t read. Instead I work on my MG’s. That’s an old english sports-car. An MGB is not a car that anyone can own. It’s not a car you can just stick gas in and drive. So it takes either a person with lots of money to pay someone who knows them, or someone who knows them. So the next time you see one, know it’s a special person behind the wheel!
Well, first I’m quite pleased to be a selected a “Comment of the week” Personally, I probably would have chosen Holland’s comment on “the comment of the week”. The woman really needs to think about stepping into the arts; she would be spledid.
And Mark, I do believe you’ve pulled the rug right over my eyes. I’ve not a clue what you’re talking about, but I shall defend………..
Peace and grace
Actually, I am more than pleased, I am validated. Wanting to write has been my treasure undiscoverd, unrevealed. Thank you for this canvas and the creative talents that you share with us. Do you realize what a major change=agent you are for so many in so many ways. Brava.
Peace and grace
Thats too funny, re: Holland.
Wha???????
Ah, Mark…my first big love affair was with a 1979 MGB…white with black detailing, black soft top. How I loved that car! But, if my StepFather had not been a mechanic…I could not have kept it! I owned it for six years, and when I sold it? I sold it for EXACTLY what I had paid for it new! That doesn’t happen with cars very often…and I loved that I sold it to a man who had been looking for that year and model…and yes, he was a mechanic!! How about those electrical systems?? I have a friend who still owns an MG, and it is almost routine for him to be driving at night…everything goes! Lights, stereo, but the car keeps running! That happened to me when I owned mine as well. Now, I’m in love with my Mercedes C230 Kompressor sports sedan…but I still think…if I ever win the lottery…I’ll hunt down an MG and buy it! (Stepfather lives across the country now…I’d need the lottery money for the mechanic who would have to live in my garage!!)
Oh, yes. I did love that little MG. It was my dad’s. He knew MG’s. And he trusted me to drive it. And I did feel pretty special behind the wheel.