Hey, ES……….

First time I can remember a coat and tie in the Poodle…

Getting kinda formal here, isn’t it? I’m going to have to check the seams in my stockings…

Crap; do I have to put stockings on? I suppose I’m supposed to wear a skirt. Ain’t happenin’!

Stockings…
With seams…
I just finished watching Season 3 of Mad Men. Those were SOME stockings.

Really like Fitz and the Tantrums, thanks ES!

newt, we love Mad Men!!! This is the best series evah!

I had heard loads about it, but until a few months back, I hadn’t looked for it. What a series!
Wow, I was alive during that.

Psst…just pretend we have tan legs and use an eyebrow pencil down the back of the legs. Voila, instant stocking seams. ;-)

Did you go to Catholic school, too?!

The clothes, and the furniture are super! The last episode was shocking and hilarious.

That art in Campbell’s apartment – I remember that stuff. Talk about whiplash!

Oh, you bet! Born in 1952 — I am seeing it all here. Great show.

LOL no! but had lots of friends who did. I think I heard about this trick from the much older sister of a friend.

Chris, I haven’t seen any of the Mad Men shows, but now I will.

And I remember Jack’s killing – I was in first grade. But somehow seeing it through their eyes – it was very different.

Hey Margot!
We missed the first season, but have watched every one since.

I was 12, in the sixth grade. I remember lots… and see it all again on tv.

Late, but I’m wearing a boa.

Wild – me too!

I HOPE so!

fuchsia ?

Seems like it’s seams or seamless.

And I remember seams!

tap tap tap…

is this thing on?

Watching Fitz and the Tantrums for, like, the fourth time…

Okay, as long as you’re dressed properly, come on in.

I prefer to call it “salmon.”

And where the hell is Eureka Springs?!?!?!11!

Drive by posting, damn him! He shall pay for his insolence I tell you!

I love that P. T. Barnum joke from The West Wing – How did P. T. Barnum sell a truckload of white salmon?
By printing “Guaranteed not to go pink in the can” on the label.

Wearing a girdle, a ladylike hat and carrying a calling card with a bentcorner. 100% Emily Post approved (surely she’d overlook the boa).

Insolence indeed. I’ll slap him with my white kid gloves.

Frankly, I think the 1950’s and 1960’s pretty much sucked…..phoniness rampaging. Women walking 3 steps behind and hoping not to be dismissed. Drunken mothers driving us kids around. Fathers who really didn’t come home for dinner. I did not find it charming at all.

It’s on!
I’m beat. I’m fighting sleep. Every day this week I’ve had early appointments and I would really like to stay up, but may not be able to.

I think about my sisters having to put up with the same grief as the women in this series (and presumably the actual culture at the time), and then I think about teeth on the floor.
These girls were not messing around.

I’m kinda with you but re the 40s & 50s. Loved the 60s – so much change so fast!

Assuming that you have a circle of rouge on each cheek and red lipstick kinda dripping down.

What color gloves?

My mother was transported to Texas in the mid 1950’s….where she had zero standing. If my father had died, my teenaged brother would have been the one to call the shots. To say that that California Girl was off-put would be stating the obvious. We did our time and got the hell out of there as soon as we could.

Asked the glove question too soon, I see. Perfect! White and kid.

I was a college student in 1963 and heard about the Kennedy event over the earphones in my Italian lab class. I lost my innocense. Didn’t lose my naivete, though. I can still be slammed upside the head. Don’t think I’ll ever grow up.

Saw your earlier comment re: green tea. Sometime we should talk tea – when you’re awake and perky..

Ours was a Kennedy household. I am glad I was very young.

Yes. It did feel like the country had fallen apart. Hard to get any sense of stability. But for those of us who had grown up with ducking under desks for earthquakes (California) or bombs (Texas), it felt like more of the same, only moreso. I try not to be jaded, but ………

I was in a college class too. Econ I think. There was no announcement, just total silence on campus when I left the building. Obvious something was very wrong. Like the rest of the world, we spent the next few days crowded in front of scarce tv sets.

I’m not so fond of MadMen because …. well…. it was just such sham-ola. Empty of real purpose. A precursor, if you will, to the inanity of where we are again.

Nice time-capsule feel, non-violent, reflective of that particular time (or so I am told) as opposed to painting the era as post-Eisenhoweran bullshit. I will take it over current television, where the plot lines usually begin with a stripper getting hacked to death at a frat party while high on blow.

I get that. I just kind of think of the late 50’s-mid 60’s as oxygen sucking. Late 60’s were not so good for us good girls. I wish I were a DFH, but I wasn’t. Didn’t have the guts, I suppose. My look-back doesn’t yield much enjoyment.

I watched the Sopranos religiously, so I am not one to speak about docility in television. The real hellishness for me was when my friend’s older brothers started returning from Vietnam, or not.

Yes, well I know about that. My ex didn’t go to nam — his father was still dieing from WWII and his draft board wouldn’t send him….tho he wanted to go. But my ex had this theory that the wifey gives 75% and the hubby gives 25% to the marriage….just the way things are. I married him anyway. Gives some perspective on the parenting I’d had! It took years for me to kind of wake the hell up. Lulled, dontcha know, by the reality that was the post-war era.

evening, firepups

The unwisest in my generation say things like, “We didn’t have a world war to steel us.”
They see it in nostalgic terms – movies and history class. Then they clap on their iPods and go about their business.

Pathetic, isn’t it. I do like the men of my daughters’ generation…..they don’t seem to have that war junk. They also seem to have some sense of fairness. Of course, my kids and I live in the rarified atmosphere of educated and environmentally interested folks. I used to have a broader base when I was a juvenile probation officer in Ohio. But even those kids were more broad-based than some of the 1950-60’s folk.

Yeah, it’s not the sons I worry about. It’s the daughters.
A hostile society is brewing, and women are poised to be the, I was going to say victims, but recipients is probably fairer.

Just more of the same. Gotta call it a night…..taking care of the babytwins in the morning. It’s what we do…. take care. The war-mongers come and go, but we just take care. Good evening, newtonusr, and gang.

nite Dearie
i am on the scram as well
nite pups

Good morning, pups. It’s Collins, Blow and Herbert today. In “Once Again, Into the Apocalypse” Ms. Collins says a lot of people are worrying about the world coming to an end in 2012, and several books, Web sites and movies are tackling the subject. Mr. Blow, in “The Passion of the Right,” says Republicans are likely to gain in 2010, not because of their anachronous tenets, but because of historical patterns and an electorate exasperated with seeming Democratic ineptitude. Mr. Herbert discusses “A Recovery for Some,” and says the government has been on the side of elites in recent decades. The president’s employment summit will provide an opportunity to show whether that has changed.

Here they are.

The coffee, tea and hot chocolate are ready, and I’ve got waffles with warm maple syrup this morning. Today is going to be devoted to continuing the closet/bureau drawers/bookcase cleaning out I started on Monday. I’m amazed by some of the things I’ve found — stuff I had no idea where it came from or how long I’d had it. It’s rather like doing an archeological dig! Have a great day.

Good morning Marion & everyone.

Let’s see: clean my closets or read a good book? Um, I think I’ll read a good book. Blessings on you for doing a thankless task.