Last night G. and I went to see The U.S. vs. John Lennon and I found myself getting so furious at how horrifically the world has evolved despite all his exertions. Yoko ( whom G. and I saw on the street a couple of months ago!!) was so transcendently beautiful, I realized over again. I think I want to get an even more Yoko-ish look, with big floppy hat and huge bug glasses. But honestly, what kind of world is this? Certainly not what I thought it would be, as a young beatlemaniac in San Francisco in 1971.
Now it’s like, all you need it BLING. Or all you need is RAW POWER. Or something. But I state the obvious. It’s still early here, I’m not quite awake yet.
I also had the sense watching the film that those people — Angela Davis, Abbie Hoffman, Jerry Rubin, and of course more than anyone John himself — were possessed of the most amazing charisma of which you simply don’t see the like these days. Now everyone is so slick and groomed and polished with products, so remodeled and remade that whatever actual charisma they have seems tainted and elusive. I’m thinking of Madonna, I suppose — how she has wasted her powers.
Oy what a world.
His statements on theatre function for me also as statements of a desirable poetics.
Five things feminism has done for me
(a slightly belated response to a tag from Elizabeth Treadwell)
Helped me not to limit my life by making it possible for me to terminate a pregnancy when I was seventeen
Given me sense of bravado difficult to attain in non-feminist cultures and eras
Made me aware of my status as a female impersonator
Given me way more wardrobe options
Helped me rethink and rethink and rethink language
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