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November 3, 2007 |Permalink |Comments (3)
Otis Skinner and Jenny Joseph
He says:
There are compensations for growing older. One is the realization that to be sporting isn't at all necessary. It is a great relief to reach this stage of wisdom.
She says:
“When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat that doesn't go and doesn't suit me."
Comments ( 3)
My mother, a woman of theatrical bent, remembered Corneila Otis Skinner with greaat fondness. Now in the next generation, I appreciate but am tired of seeing women in purple dresses topped by red hats on every corner then having to explain them to my grandchildren.
I so agree with the previous comment by Ms. Bailely. I enjoyed the original; anything since has gotten "old hat" red purple or whatever. Wouldn't it have been nice to read a more thoughtful comment from a woman, rather more like the "he says", the one here makes women too stereotypical.
There are Red Hatters and there are the rest of us and I'm afraid, never the twain shall meet.
Personally, I find a bunch of women identically dressed, taking over a restaurant with loud, raucous behavior that interrupts everyone else's meal and whose motto is something like, "fun, fun, fun" to be antithetical to the meaning and spirit of Jenny Joseph's poem.
And woe unto anyone who expresses such objections. I found out the hard way on my blog a couple of years ago when I wrote about how I feel about the Red Hatters. In more than four years of blogging, the nastiest comments I've gotten on any topic came from Red Hatters.