SM and I were watching an old Western on AMC this morning.
Richard Widmark, Henry Fonda, Anthony Quinn in Warlock, a 1959 gunslinger with the typical showdown, shoot em up bang-bang of good guys vs bad guys.
Of course, the two chicks in the movie ran around wringing their hands and making sad moo-moo eyes at their respective beloveds eminent demise.
SM's sipping his coffee and I'm sucking on a Mt Dew which, lets face it, makes me a bit more sparky than SM.
"Why don't these chick's do something?" I said annoyed.
"Like what?" SM asked.
"I don't know. They always stand on the sidelines in these movies. I know if it were me, I be getting me a gun." I retorted.
"Too heavy. Your wrist couldn't even hold Gerry's pistol." (Our friend Gerry is big into guns and was showing SM one of his latest acquisitions which felt like it weighed 20lbs.)
"Grab a rifle...Grab a bat. Bean him over the head with a frying pan." I was getting blood thirsty.
"Nah. Let the men handle it." SM replied.
And they did, in typical Spaghetti Western fashion.
Later, when I was in the garden picking flowers and slapping mosquitoes it occurred to me that if I had been born 200 years ago my outlook on life would be entirely different than it would be now. The culture of the times would have made me an entirely different person than I am today.
Seems to me that today's girls are a lot more aggressive with each other and with their men than they need to be.
Of course there's a time and a place for everything, frying pan included.
Just seems to me that we've maybe lost the subtle art of feminine aggression.
Maybe there's a place for the moo-moo eyes after all...?