tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118098779778491600.post1654701343861920498..comments2024-03-22T12:27:50.002-07:00Comments on Die, Danger, Die, Die, Kill!: Fuego (Argentina, 1969)Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15890338576052689861noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118098779778491600.post-1749807678504608622014-04-30T08:13:05.812-07:002014-04-30T08:13:05.812-07:00She unabashedly LOVED a good pair of BOOBS. :-D Do...She unabashedly LOVED a good pair of BOOBS. :-D Do read it if you can, to see the turn of the last century from the eyes of an amiable and intelligent woman is 1000 times stranger and more wonderful than any Science Fiction/Speculative Fiction written by anyone this side of Verne and Wells. She speaks English, but she practically comes from another epoch. sunilnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118098779778491600.post-62616660876901175042014-04-30T06:49:54.696-07:002014-04-30T06:49:54.696-07:00But what do you think Agatha Christie would think ...But what do you think Agatha Christie would think of <i>Fuego</i>?Toddhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15890338576052689861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118098779778491600.post-36912565664399121952014-04-29T09:35:41.769-07:002014-04-29T09:35:41.769-07:00The real excitement of being a girl-of being, that...The real excitement of being a girl-of being, that is, a<br />woman in embryo-was that life was such a wonderful gamble.<br />You didn't know what was going to happen to you. That was<br />what made being a woman so exciting. No worry about what<br />you should be or do-Biology would decide. You were waiting<br />for The Man, and when the man came, he would change your<br />entire life. You can say what you like, that is an exciting point<br />of view to hold at the threshold of life. What will happen?<br />'Perhaps I shall marry someone in the Diplomatic Service...I<br />think I should like that; to go abroad and see all sorts of<br />places...' Or: 'I don't think I would like to marry a sailor; you<br />would have to spend such a lot of time living in seaside<br />lodgings.' Or: 'Perhaps I'll marry someone who builds bridges,<br />or an explorer.' The whole world was open to you-not open to<br />your choice, but open to what Fate brought you.<br />and<br />Those were still great days for the purity of young girls. I do<br />not think we felt in the least repressed because of it. Romantic<br />friendships, tinged certainly with sex or the possibility of sex,<br />satisfied us completely. Courtship is, after all, a recognised<br />stage in all animals. The male struts and courts, the female<br />pretends not to notice anything, but is secretly gratified. You<br />know it is not yet the real thing, but it is a kind of<br />apprenticeship. The troubadours were quite right when they<br />made their songs about the pays du tendre. I can re-read<br />Aucassin and Nicolette always, for its charm, its naturalness<br />and its sincerity. Never again, after your youth, do you have<br />that particular feeling: the excitement of friendship with a man;<br />that sense of being in affinity, of liking the same things, of the<br />other one saying what you have just been thinking. A great<br />deal of it is illusion, of course, but it is a wonderful illusion, and<br />I think it ought to have its part in every woman's life. You can<br />smile at yourself later, saying, 'I was really rather a young fool.<br />and<br />You've got to hand it to Victorian women; they got their<br />menfolk where they wanted them. They established their<br />fraility, delicacy, sensibility-their constant need of being<br />protected and cherished. Did they lead miserable, servile<br />lives, downtrodden and oppressed? Such is not my<br />recollection of them. All my grandmothers' friends seem to me<br />in retrospect singularly resilient and almost invariably<br />successful in getting their own way. They were tough, selfwilled,<br />and remarkably well-read and well-informed.<br />Mind you, they admired their men enormously. They<br />genuinely thought men were splendid fellows-dashing, inclined<br />to be wicked, easily led astray. In daily life a woman got her<br />own way whilst paying due lip service to male superiority, so<br />that her husband should not lose face.<br />'Your father knows best, dear,' was the public formula. The<br />real approach came privately. 'I'm sure you are quite right in<br />what you said, John, but I wonder if you have considered...'<br />In one respect man was paramount. He was the Head of the<br />House. A woman, when she married, accepted as her destiny<br />his place in the world and his way of life.<br />cheers!<br />Gsunilnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118098779778491600.post-75513934412236217882014-04-29T09:18:36.307-07:002014-04-29T09:18:36.307-07:00I miss a world where seeing BOOBS was such a huge ...I miss a world where seeing BOOBS was such a huge and mysterious thing. :-)Christie also has some very shrewd observations of how in the name of equality women have thrown away the actual levers of power in any civilized household. :-Dsunilnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118098779778491600.post-15485898802830238272014-04-29T06:56:04.279-07:002014-04-29T06:56:04.279-07:00Thanks, Sunil. You know, it's a funny thing, l...Thanks, Sunil. You know, it's a funny thing, life. You spend half of it trying to figure out women, and then someone just hands it to you on a plate as you just did. Still, being honest, I figured it had to be something like that. But tell me: is the key... made of fire?Toddhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15890338576052689861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118098779778491600.post-62179152879359851832014-04-29T01:31:20.537-07:002014-04-29T01:31:20.537-07:00I have this Agatha Christie autobiography where sh...I have this Agatha Christie autobiography where she states one of her sensible maiden friends had a theory that made so much sense it HAD to be right. Apparently every woman was born with a key that her parents kept safely with them. The belly button is where the key went and at the time of marriage the key was handed over to the husband. You are welcome. sunilnoreply@blogger.com