Make Us Happy, Pop Culture!

Okay, I’ve had a good cry.

Didn’t let Mama or hubby see me, of course. It was helpful, though it didn’t remove the worry completely.

I turned, as I always do, to pop culture for some distractionary relief.

Look! They did a costume show based on the look of the old Marlo Thomas series, “That Girl”! If you click, you’ll see MY PEOPLE. My mother and my aunts and all my baby-sitters who were old enough dressed JUST LIKE THIS. As I said in an earlier entry, this was my fashion template on which I imprinted at an early age. My grandmother sewed minidresses and maxidresses out of polyester and cotton for my mother and aunts, and often made me a smaller version. By the time I was in fourth or fifth grade, this was the accepted look for girls and I had tons of dresses similar to these–and fishnets! We wore fishnets. The ones I remember were soft (not tough on the soles of the feet) and lime green to match my dress. Fishnets weren’t considered a super-sexy item then, just sold in the supermarkets. THIS is what I default to when I think of “fashionable females.” Good thing it’s kind of back in style! Along with those WONDERFUL cropped jackets like the ones on Doris Day’s 1940s-1950s Day Suits.

Style Icons of the mid-1960s

And who doesn’t love old boarding-school novels? This blog has a great discussion of boarding school novels and their appeal to girls who would be appalled to find out just how it really IS at boarding school. Part of the appeal of Harry Potter, I am convinced, is that it’s the old English boarding school stuff, like the stuff in Roald Dahl. (Though Dahl’s work is far more charming, to me.)

Davy Jones just released a Christmas single! It’s on iTunes, for those of you who want to spend $1.99.

Have some LOLcats.

There. Feel better?


Author: shalanna

Shalanna: rhymes with "Madonna" and "I wanna," and is not a soundalike with "Hosanna" or "Sha-Na-Na." Aging hippie with long hair, husband, elderly mother, and yappy Pomeranian. I've been writing since I could hold a crayon. I started with fiction, which Mama said was "lying." “Don’t tell stories,” she would admonish, in Southern vernacular. “That's all in your imagination!” When grownups said this, they were not approving. So, shamed, I stopped telling stories for a few years--rather, I stopped letting anyone read them. I'm married to a fellow computer nerd who doesn't really like hearing about writing, but who reads sf/fantasy and understands the creative drive. I'm actually a nonconformist/hippie still wearing bluejeans and drop earrings and the Alice-in-Wonderland hair with headbands and sandals. Favorite flavor is chocolate/orange, favorite color is either Dreamsicle orange (cantaloupe) or bubble-gum pink, favorite musical is either Bye Bye Birdie, Rocky Horror, or The Producers . . . wait, I also love The Music Man. Is this getting way too specific and irrelevant yet? Obvious why I don't sell a ton of flash fiction, isn't it? To define oneself, I always say, it is good to make a list. How about a booklist? Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird Frank and Ernestine Gilbreth, Cheaper by the Dozen C.S.Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (all the Narnia books) J.R.R.Tolkien,The Hobbit/LORD OF THE RINGS trilogy Gail Godwin, The Odd Woman F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby J. D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye (before dismissing it, actually read it) George Orwell, 1984 Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle Donna Tartt, The Secret History Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn James Allen, As A Man Thinketh Mark Winegardner, Elvis Presley Boulevard James Thurber, My Life and Hard Times The Wizard of Oz, L. Frank Baum Winnie-the-Pooh/House at Pooh Corner, A. A. Milne Peter Pan, J. M. Barrie The KJV and NIV Bible (each translation has its glories)

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