Slight procrastination before getting in the shower. What? I've already cut a bunch of things out this morning, I'm being productive. I'll get the bow ties done today, touch up a pre-bought halloween costume that needs help, and at the very least cut out the ice queen's belaro and sash.
Work is a nice feeling. But. I am completely enthralled by my evening reading,
Between several large testaments in one of the book cabinets was a little red hardcover book entitled 'All Women are Wolves' by Abner Silver, a songwriter, composer, and a bit of a comedian throughout the early 20th century, or so google tells me. The book caught my eye for being bright red. And for having a girl wearing high heels, evening gloves, and nothing else riding a wolf while brandishing a champagne glass on the cover. I know, right? New bedtime reading.
And I'm a little obsessed. It's awesome.
The book has several forewards written by comedians, songwriters, performers and other witty people of the 30's and 40's, and the book goes on to outline every type of female 'Wolf' Abner can stereotype. I.E. the 'Society Wolf', the 'Farmer's Daughter', the 'Intellectual Wolf', the list goes on, including the nice, independant stereotypes of 'Career Girl' and the 'Nudist Colony Wolf' (Illustrations included). Anyways it also details how helpless men are ensnared (eaten, preyed upon, seduced, befuddled,) by every brand of loping lady canis lupus Mr. Silver can catalogue. It is written in good fun, as a bit of rueful humor from a man who's possibly fallen for a pretty face and a great pair 'o gams one too many times.
Is it a sexist volume? Of course it's sexist, it's copyrighted 1945, it would burst into flames if it had less than fifteen stereotypical sexist statements. Yes, it's reoccurring themes involve the usual 'woman who rules the man with a manipulative smile', 'vaccuums in pearls and heels,' 'the broadway gold-digger sort of vixen,' and 'woman who has summer vacation affairs with married men,' blalala.
But, stereotypes aside, I think it should be assigned reading for every young woman who ever picked up a 'Twilight' volume.
Every single lady Wolf outlined in a dusty old book from 1945 is detailed as a strong, independant, sexy in several varieties, woman who can hold her own, has a sense of pride, self worth, and can devour any man who tries to tell her otherwise. I mean the sort of woman who can savage a disparaging person with a few well placed remarks, and possibly her stiletto if needed. These women are not weak housewives or simpering young girls who need rescuing every other page. (Even the 'Domestic Wolf' is a force to be reckoned with.)
And I have to say that's rather refreshing. Actually it's rather inspiring.
Sure, this may be comedy, but it's nice to read a little plain written humor. And frankly it's a relief to read a book compiled by a man pushing the image of a woman who's assertive, confident, and by being so, incredibly attractive. It's the men who need rescuing, here, and if you'd believe Mr. Silver, they like it that way.
Ah well, so what if it's sexist, it could be so in a lot worse ways. You have to take it all with a grain of salt anyhow.
I am thoroughly amused, and I'll be damned if getting in touch with the wolf side wouldn't be a good thing.
"Her attitude, which I rather like, is one of being a seductive pal to whom sex is so much good, clean fun."
Amen.