Somewhere, across the ocean

On May 20, 1932, Amelia Earhart flew solo across the Atlantic, five years to the day after Lindbergh's flight.  She was not only the first woman to do it solo, she was also the first person to cross the Atlantic twice. Her time of flight beat a 13-year record set by two British fliers.

Earhart disappeared in 1937 while attempting to be the first person to fly around the world.

Don't know nothin' 'bout that

German philosopher G. W. F. (Georg Wilhelm Friedrich) Hegel was born on this day in 1770.


"What experience and history teach is this," Hegel wrote, "--that people and governments never have learned anything from history."


Yesterday was Women's Equality Day!


"Woman may be said to be an inferior man." -- Aristotle.

Sorry, we forgot all about it. You know how us men are always slighting our women.

Cringe when I say that, Pilgrim

Sally Ride, the first U. S. astronaut, was born on this day in 1951.
"They (women) have a right to work wherever they want to--as long as they have dinner ready when you get home." -- John Wayne, born May 26, 1907.

"The Duke" also said:

"I don't feel like we did wrong by taking this great country away from them (the Indians). There were people who needed new land, and the Indians were selfishly trying to keep it for themselves."

Whatever you say, dear

Autnor J. M. Barrie (Peter Pan) was born on this day in 1860.

"Every man that is high up," Barrie wrote, "likes to think that he has done it all by himself; and the wife smiles, and lets it go at that."

His great-great-grandson Lex feels the same way

Today is International Women's Day! 


"Women should remain at home, sit still, keep house, and bear and bring up children." -- Martin Luther.
 
She’d been lonelier in marriage than out of it. She’d called on her mother, and then when her dad died she’d had to take her in, even to the detriment of her marriage. She’d weighed things in the balance, however, and that was what she’d decided to do. And she’d explained it all to him.


A woman’s heart was something he’d never get to the bottom of.  --  Chapter 22, The Misforgotten.

Delighted you're getting married

Samuel Pepys, English diarist, was born on this day in 1633.

"Strange to say what delight we married people," Pepys wrote, "have to see these poor fools decoyed into our condition."

His reverence for women hadn’t forestalled him from treating them vilely. He’d always approached the opposite sex with trepidation, if not outright terror, but once he’d made inroads he was often over-aggressive, particularly when stoked by alcohol. Even so, he was typically astounded and somewhat suspicious whenever a woman consented to have sex with him, and no matter how satisfying the experience turned out to be, he invariably came away from it with a lower opinion of his partner than he’d had before. That attitude, he realized, had foredoomed his marriage.  --  Chapter 22, The Misforgotten.

Happy Valentine's Day

"To be in love is to be in a state of perpetual anaesthesia." -- H. L. Mencken.

His reverence for women hadn’t forestalled him from treating them vilely. Rae Ann had a point there, too. He’d always approached the opposite sex with trepidation, if not outright terror, but once he’d made inroads he was often over-aggressive, particularly when stoked by alcohol. Even so, he was typically astounded and somewhat suspicious whenever a woman consented to have sex with him, and no matter how satisfying the experience turned out to be, he invariably came away from it with a lower opinion of his partner than he’d had before. That attitude, he realized, had foredoomed his marriage.  --  Chapter 22, The Misforgotten.

We always dreaded reading it

Louisa May Alcott (Little Women) was born today in 1832.

"I know little of women. But I've heard dread tales." -- Harold Pinter.

Billowby went behind the bar, tucked the pumpkin under his arm and carried it into the kitchen. Sully hadn’t given a thought to the essay since the night Billowby had brought it up. He’d been obsessed—possessed was the word—with his story, in particular the character of Boone, and dressing up as a bum had seemed only natural. He’d been running it by Linda, who’d given it the thumbs-up for the most part. She’d thought his portrait of Viveca Dupree was a little one-dimensional, and he’d told her that that was about as deep as his knowledge of women went.  --  Chapter 24, The Misforgotten.