I remember the good old days
When I followed every fashion craze;
When four-inch heels adorned my feet
As I sashayed down the city street;
Haute couture was all I wore
Each time I stepped outside my door.
But all that changed, and as time went by
I slid from Chanel into hip tie-dye;
From stilettos to sandals, and what’s more,
I started to shop at the health food store.
I burned my bras and every day
Went out and petitioned for the ERA.
And now that’s all in the distant past
(Good times like that just couldn’t last).
The kids who used to be arty-farty
Grew up and joined the Republican Party.
Now all I can do is get folks in a lather
By stirring up trouble on the pages of Gather.
You chastise and scold me and say I am bad
You call me a liberal, which drives you all mad.
The louder I rant, the more you all rave
But as hard as I try, I can’t seem to behave.I get my jollies by rousing your ire
And nothing delights me like starting a fire.
Now the clothes that I wear are no longer in style
They end up on the floor in a wrinkled old pile
I don’t give a damn if there’s nothing to wear
If the truth be told, I’d rather be bare.
It makes no difference if my clothes are in tatters
Pissing off the self-righteous is now all that matters.
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Comments: 24
You just keep doing what you do, ma'am.
:-D
I am moved to song - Melody by Richard Rogers, Lyrics by Oscar Hammerstein.
There is nothing like a Dame
Nothing in the world
There is nothing you can name
That is anythnig like a Dame Ruth Dickson!
The hypocritical 'moral' people who are perfectly happy to kill and execute thousands and thousands of people; the sanctimonious defenders of life, but only before birth; the moral decay of those who shout 'morality' the loudest so disgust me that I simply give up periodically. But you still keep plugging.
I admire the good humor you can continue to display in the face of modern America, the enthusiasm you can still muster when trying to teach those who will not learn. You are still doing your bit to piss off the religious right, when some of us have begun to fall down on the job. So you go, girl, in verse, dress, undress, or whatever else gets you off and them pissed. You (and Margaret) inspire me.
Howard... if you liked this, you should reae her book. Boy howdy!
Howard, I wondered the same thing about the title, but it amuses me, so I don't really care if anyone else "gets" it. The fact is, I usually search for a title after I write something, but in this case, the pun was so apt (I was sitting around in an old caftan, gazing at a copy of the Streep stinker when it hit me), I felt impelled to write something to go with it. I figure if anyone needs a translation, they can always ask, right?
C'mon . . . give a lonely guy a thrill and post a pic of those 4-inch heels. You know you want to.
Effing priceless!
Wouldn't ya THINK that after we FINALLY won an election and had a majority .....we wouldn't be having to fight the same damn battles we were fighting when this was written. I remember times past when winning an election gave ya a freaking honeymoon and breakfast in BED! LOL