I try to make it a habit when I wake up in the morning to feel gratitude and joy for another day on this planet. This morning I contemplated what it means to say…I am not bad. What is bad? What makes ME bad or good? Because I pick up litter, pet dogs, say good…
I knew I was a feminist before I was ten years old. I SAW and felt the discrimination I SAW the ridiculous portrayal of women in the films of the 50s and 60s. And then the 70s with the movies producing heavily sexualized (while still a little tasteful) women willing to strip down, oh so…
Review of the Thomas Pikkety documentary, “Capital in the Twenty-First Century” It was rich with images and video from the historical archives of the past two centuries. Much of it, from my lifetime, the 50’s through today. Of course, there were also images from before my lifetime, such as Nazi Germany and other wars, strikes,…
Where did they all go? Where are the men who put integrity and humanity before dick pics? Where are the women who put intelligence and dignity before vanity and the attendant fish lips and boob jobs? Well, they are still around. I know lots of them, however they are my age…in their 60’s and above….