My aunt Alice. I’ve put her in Flo in the City, my novel in progress based on the letters of www.tighsolas.ca as a student for Edith Nicholson in 1910. Why not? Alice had green eyes, Titian hair and buttermilk skin. I inherited the eyes and brows, 100 percent. But I have hazel eyes.
Women had nicer hair in the old days. As I may have already written on this blog, it was recommended that women wash their hair no more than once every three weeks. And they brushed it 100 times a night.
Consumerism is about creating new needs where none existed. The other day I was listening to a BBC Radio 4 Women’s Hour piece on the Female Eunuch. A guest was mentioned how women today are more ‘objectified’than ever. I suspect this has to do with our hyper-consumerism. In a consumer society, women’s bodies are just another product. They have always been such, to some degree, but it only gets worse it a hyper consumer society, for obvious reasons that would take ten blogs to deconstruct.
You almost have to go back to early consumer days to figure out what happens. To the beginning of ‘now’ which is 1910. Maybe I’ll try to do that.
My Aunt Alice was beautiful but it didn’t make her life a good one, not by any measure.
Now, I have to get to editing that first draft. I am watching Lost in Austen now, because it calms me down. (I’m going through a stressful period in my life.)
