The subject of birth control should be far from controversial. To many women, the only thing controversial about it is that we’re still fighting this battle.
I’ve loved Cyndi Lauper since I first watched her video, Girls Just Want To Have Fun. This was back in the eighties, and she was the most outrageous person I’d seen up to that point. She had obviously dyed hair cut in a punk cut, loud makeup, funky clothing, and gaudy jewelry. In addition, she had Asian women in her video. I’d never seen that before! Cyndi was unapologetically different, and she seemed so comfortable in her own skin. Plus, she could fucking SING.
Watch the video and try not to smile and sing along. You can’t do it; you simply cannot. She brought some much-needed color to my life and even though I didn’t fully appreciate it at the time, she was the first woman to show me that being a freak wasn’t necessarily a negative thing.
She had another song that came out in 1993 but that I didn’t hear until much later called, Sally’s Pigeons. The tone of this song is much more somber, as is Cyndi herself. It’s the story of two best friends growing up and doing the things that girls that age do. Their girlhoods are normal until the best friend, Sally, gets pregnant.
She left one night with just a nod, was lost to some back alley job.
That’s just one line, tucked in the song, but the impact is powerful. I’ve used this song when posting about this topic before because it’s one of the few songs that actually mentions the reality of life before Roe v. Wade. I’m not saying this was a true-life story of Cyndi’s though it feels authentic; I’m just saying it hit me hard because I could imagine this scenario, except with me in the role of Sally.
I wrote briefly yesterday about AIG handing out $165 million in bonuses to the very employees who drove the company (and our economy) into the ground. Today, there is rage and fury and a whole lot of indignation going around. “How can they do that?” “What are they thinking?” “Don’t they have any decency?” In order, “Easily”; “They deserve it”; “No”. Any other question?
Or, alternately, there’s a sucker born every minute. Ok, the two aren’t really related, but they are in my mind. I am using a relatively shallow take on nihilism when I explain my mood today.
All right. Greed is the topic of the day, but before I get to CEOs, let me follow up on yesterday’s post. SMR pointed out that the mother of the octuplets is wangling to get $2 M to go on Oprah because of her (mother’s) super-awesome birthing capabilities. I didn’t want to believe it, so of course I looked it up.