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;void(0)) FEMINISTS --- FERBER --- FIELDS, W.C. . . . FEMINISTS see "BELIEF" for related links I believe it is as much a right and duty for women to do something with their lives as for men and we are not going to be satisfied with such frivolous parts as you give us. --Louisa May Alcott (18321888) American novelist; daughter of Amos Bronson Alcott. _Rose in Bloom_ [1876] The true republic: men, their rights and nothing more; women, their rights and nothing less. --Susan B(rownwell) Anthony (18201906) American crusader for the woman suffrage movement. "Motto of Revolution" (feminist newspaper) [1868] Meek wifehood is no part of my profession; I am your friend, but never your possession. --Vera Brittain (18931970) English writer. "Married Love" - Romance is rape embellished with meaningful looks. --Andrea Dworkin (19462005) American feminist. "Philadelphia Inquirer" [21 May 1995] Seduction is often difficult to distinguish from rape. In seduction, the rapist bothers to buy a bottle of wine. --Andrea Dworkin (19462005) American feminist. 1976 speech to women at Harper & Row, in _Letters from a War Zone_ [1988]. - Whatever they may be in public life, whatever their relations with men, in their relations with women, all men are rapists, and that's all they are. They rape us with their eyes, their laws, and their codes. --Marilyn French (1929 ) American writer. _The Women's Room_ [1977] I'm furious about the women's liberationists. They keep getting up on soap boxes and proclaiming that women are brighter than men. That's true, but it should be kept very quiet or it ruins the whole racket. --Anita Loos (18931981) American novelist and Hollywood screenwriter. In a patriarchal society all heterosexual intercourse is rape because women, as a group, are not strong enough to give meaningful consent. --Catherine MacKinnon (1946 ) American feminist, lawyer, and teacher. In Daphne Patai and Noretta Koertge _Professing Feminism: Cautionary Tales from the Strange World of Women's Studies_ [1994], p. 129. Can man be free if woman be a slave? --Percy Bysshe Shelley (17921822) English poet. _The Revolt of Islam_, 2.43 [1817] A pedestal is as much a prison as any small, confined space. --Gloria Steinem (1934 ) American feminist, jounalist, and founder of "Ms." magazine. The Queen is most anxious to enlist everyone who can speak or write or join in checking this mad, wicked folly of 'Woman's Rights' with all its attendant horrors, on which her poor feeble sex is bent, forgetting every sense of womanly feeling and propriety. Lady Amberley ought to get a *good whipping.* --Queen Victoria (18191901) Queen of the United Kingdom [18371901]. To Theodore Martin [March 1870] about a feminist, in Roger Fulford _Votes for Women_ [1958] p.65. I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is. I only know that people call me a feminist when I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute. --Dame Rebecca West [Cecily Isabel Fairfiield] (18921983) British-Irish journalist, novelist, and critic. - Grow your own dope, plant a man. --bumper sticker ----- misandry (noun) [mis-'æn-dri] The hatred of men, of the male sex, man-hating.  ;void(0)) FIELDS, W.C. . . W. C. Fields [William Claude Dukenfield] (18801946) American comedian. see: "HUMOR" see: "PEOPLE" Secretary: "It must be hard to lose your mother-in-law." W.C: Fields "Yes it is, very hard. It's almost impossible." Any man who hates dogs and babies can't be all bad. --Leo Rosten (19081997) Polish-born American writer and social scientist. (Of W.C. Fields, and often attributed to him.) . . see "TIME" for related links - Years later, many Americans referred to the fifties as "happy days." From the perspective of the older generation, the decade was an immense improvement over the previous era of depression and war. . . . Detroit revved into high gear, manufacturing almost 60 million automobiles, meaning that for the first time almost every American family could own at least one car. The era was symbolized by the drive-in either for fast food or for movies. Parents smiled as they drove to new shopping malls, and kids smiled as they received an endless supply of fads saddle shoes, Barbie dolls, stacks of 45 rpm records. Parents bought $100 million worth of Davy Crockett coonskin hats, while in just a few months of 1958 kids bought 20 million hula hoops. . . . Furthermore, the fifties were happy days because of kids and family. After Dad returned from coaching his son in Little League, after Mom picked up her daughter at the Girl Scout meeting, families sat in their living rooms and watched TV shows that emphasized traditional values and wholesome life: Leave It to Beaver, Ozzie and Harriet, The Donna Reed Show, Father Knows Best. There were only three national TV networks then, and unlike later times when numerous channels emphasized sensationalism and negativism, the message in the fifties was patriotic, positive, and homogenized. The fifties were the Wonder Bread decade: Campbell's soup, Jell-O, Velveeta. Everyone seemed the same and that happy message was broadcast prime time. --Terry H. Anderson American professor of history and author. _The Sixties_ [2004], "Cold War America: Seedbed of the 1960s" - - Perhaps because he was older (already twenty-nine when _The Wild One_ was released), [Marlon] Brando never became the teen idol James Dean was. Dean's persona wasn't so angry; he was more the sensitive, brooding type. His masculine and feminine appeals were delicately balanced: to teenaged girls, he was an awkward darling; to boys, a lost companion of the soul. Dean's meteoric career, moreover, seemed the perfect embodiment of doomed, estranged youth. Considering his reputation, it is astonishing to realize that he lived only long enough to star in three movies before flaring out, with poetic justice, in an auto wreck at age twenty-four, in 1955. When he wrecked his custom racing car in a spurt of bravado on a California highway, only _East of Eden_ had been released; _Rebel Without a Cause_ opened three days later. [...] His ghostly appearance in _Rebel Without a Cause_ became a vivid symbol of how precarious was youth- who-had-everything. The road, promising everything, could take everything. Dean's martyrdom gave an aura both mysterious and grim to the famous scene in which he and his rival raced their cars to the edge of a cliff in a game of "Chicken." A year after he died, as many as eight thousand fans a month were writing to the dead James Dean, more than were writing to any living star. In the fifties, death on the road at high speed before one's time held the poignancy that had earlier been reserved for death in battle. --Todd Gitlin (1943 ) American political writer and professor of journalism. _The Sixties: Years of Hope, Days of Rage_ [1987], "Underground Channels" - - A Marine captain named Richard McCutcheon became the first contestant to go all the way (on the $64,000 Question.) Bookies kept odds on whether or not he could get the right answer. His field was cooking, not military history. With an audience estimated at 55 million watching, on September 13, 1955, he became the first contestant to climb the television Mt. Everest. For $64,000 he was asked to name the five dishes and two wines from the menu served by King George VI of England for French president Albert Lebrun in 1939. He did: consomme quenelles, filet de truite saumonee, petits pois a la francaises, sauce maltaise, and corbeille. The wines were Chateau d'Yquem and Madera Sercial. The nation was ecstatic it had a winner..." --David Halberstam (19342007) American journalist and author. Winner of the Pulitzer Prize in 1964 for international reporting. _The Fifties_ [1993] - - "Much Depends on Dinner" By Cameron Stracher in _The Wall Street Journal_ [29 July 2005] The recent death of Gerry Thomas, whom many credit with inventing the TV dinner (think Swanson), draws to a close the kinder, gentler era when happy families gathered around a television set, aluminum trays in hand, enjoying their chopped sirloin beef and sweet green peas in seasoned butter sauce while laughing at the wacky antics of Lucille Ball and Desi Arnaz. Today, televisions are a lot bigger (and flatter), the frozen-food industry has grown into a $30 billion business and the chances of getting everyone to sit down for dinner at the same time are a lot slimmer. Instead, we are a nation of take-outers and drive-throughers, eating our meals on the go, dining by ourselves and laughing alone. The family dinner has become an endangered species, the victim of our own ingenuity and productivity. Mealtime in the 1950s: Somehow, everybody managed to show up at the same time. Eventually they may have even talked to one another. These days, fewer than one-third of all children sit down to eat dinner with both parents on any given night. The statistics are worse if both parents are working and the family is Caucasian (Latino families have the highest rate of sharing a meal). The decline in the family dinner has been blamed for the rise in obesity, drug abuse, behavioral problems, promiscuity, poor school performance, illegal file sharing and a host of other ills. [ . . . ] The causes for the incredible disappearing family dinner are many. As women have entered the work force in greater numbers, fewer hands are available to shop and cook. Both parents are working longer hours and commuting farther, which makes it harder to get home in time to share a meal. Children are busier, too, overcommitted to school and sports and other activities, which has made coordinating dinner time more difficult. Finally, the plethora of fast-food choices exemplified by the TV dinner, though partly an effect of our changing style of life, is also a cause: The easier it is to pick up or microwave something on the run, the less likely we are to share our meal with others. [ . . . ] And that's a shame. Because dinner is like a formal poem, with a fixed meter and time. It can't be hastened by new technology or emailed as an attachment to our kitchens. Instead, it's one of the few opportunities for conversation in a noisy world, a place to take a slower measure of our frenzied days. By missing mealtime, we are missing a substantial part of our children's lives. Sooner than we realize, they will not be at our table. Sooner than that, they will not want to have anything to do with us. [ . . . ] Mr. Stracher is publisher of the New York Law School Law Review. His blog may be found at http://www.dinnerwithdad.com - - A little house with three bedrooms and one car on the street, A mower that you had to push to make the grass look neat. In the kitchen on the wall we only had one phone, And no need for recording things, someone was always home. We only had a living room where we would congregate, Unless it was at mealtime in the kitchen where we ate. We had no need for family rooms or extra rooms to dine, When meeting as a family just one room would work out fine. We only had one TV set, and channels, maybe two, But always there was one of them with something worth the view. For snacks we had potato chips that tasted like a chip, And if you wanted flavor there was Lipton's onion dip. Store-bought snacks were rare because my mother liked to cook, And nothing can compare to snacks in Betty Crocker's book. Weekends were for family trips or staying home to play, We all did things together even go to church to pray. Sometimes we would separate to do things on our own, But we knew where the others were, without our own cell phone. Then there were the movies with your favorite movie star, And nothing can compare to watching movies from your car. Then there were the picnics at the peak of summer season, Pack a lunch and find some trees and never need a reason. Get a baseball game together with all the friends you know, Have real action playing ball and no game video. Remember when the doctor used to be the family friend, And didn't need insurance or a lawyer to defend? The way that he took care of you or what he had to do, Because he took an oath and strived to do the best for you. Remember going to the store when the sky's were oh so sunny, And when you paid for what you got you used your very own money? Nothing you had to swipe or punch, or put in some amount, And you had a friendly cashier that actually could count? The milkman went from door to door, For just a few cents more than a trip to the store. The mail was delivered right to your door, Without the junk mail that we all deplore. There was a time when just one glance was all that it would take, And you would know the kind of car, the model and the make. They didn't look like turtles trying to squeeze out every mile; They were streamlined, white walls, fins, and really had some style. One time the music that you played whenever you would jive, Was from a vinyl, big-holed disc they called a forty-five. The record player had a post to keep them all in line, And then the records would drop down and play one at a time. Oh sure, we had our problems then, just like we do today, As always we were striving, to find a better way. But how the simple lives we led, still seems like so much fun, When the only way to explain a game, was just kick the can and run? And why would boys put baseball cards between bicycle spokes, And for a nickel red machines had little bottled Cokes? This life seemed so much easier and slower in some ways, I love the new technology but I really miss those days. So time moves on and so do we, and nothing stays the same, But I sure love to reminisce and walk down memory lane. --anon. - More about the Fifties Memories of the 1950's end page | FABLE - FAME | FAILURE | FAMILIARITY - FANTASY | FARMING - FATE | FATHERS - FEELINGS | FEMINISTS - FIFTIES (THE) | FIFTY - FLAG | FLATTERY - FOLLOWERS | FOOD & DRINK - PAGE 1 (A-O) | FOOD & DRINK - PAGE 2 (P-Z) | FOOLISH - FORESIGHT | FOREST - FRAUDS | FREE - FREE TRADE | FREEDOM | FREUD - (THE) - FRIENDS | FRUGAL - FUTURE | | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | | Return Home | The Credits | The Cast | Act 1 | Act 2 | Act 3 | The End | The Reviews | Photos | |
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