Category Archives: Women
Drawn to Paris
I was a Francophile by the time I was five. Even as a toddler I was drawn to Paris. Literally. From the tender age of three until about seven, I was known as “Pierre the Artist.” More precisely, I insisted
Drawn to Paris
I was a Francophile by the time I was five. Even as a toddler I was drawn to Paris. Literally. From the tender age of three until about seven, I was known as “Pierre the Artist.” More precisely, I insisted
Where’s the Beef?
When it comes to American exceptionalism, we Americans have long had an exceptionally voracious appetite for red meat, making us the proud leader of the free, meat-eatin’ world. In this land of democracy, meat has reigned as king. But
Where’s the Beef?
When it comes to American exceptionalism, we Americans have long had an exceptionally voracious appetite for red meat, making us the proud leader of the free, meat-eatin’ world. In this land of democracy, meat has reigned as king. But
Wise Man Say: Politically Incorrect Comic No Funny
In the joke books we are never going to see again department, an honorary mention goes to this well-worn 1940 book Confucius Say which for a mere 25 cents manages to offend both women and Asian Americans in one fell
Wise Man Say: Politically Incorrect Comic No Funny
In the joke books we are never going to see again department, an honorary mention goes to this well-worn 1940 book Confucius Say which for a mere 25 cents manages to offend both women and Asian Americans in one fell
Domestic Violence- No Joke
Who says there’s nothing funny about domestic violence? For some mid-century men, beating your wife was not only condoned, but provided an endless source of belly laughs and good-natured guffaws. What red-blooded all American man in 1957 wouldn’t be tickled
Domestic Violence- No Joke
Who says there’s nothing funny about domestic violence? For some mid-century men, beating your wife was not only condoned, but provided an endless source of belly laughs and good-natured guffaws. What red-blooded all American man in 1957 wouldn’t be tickled
Controlling Women’s Bodies – Risky Business
If some right-wing fanatics have their way, every day will be Throwback Thursday if they stop government funding of Planned Parenthood. Other than in the retro world of Republicans who seem nostalgic for those pre Roe V Wade days, there
Controlling Women’s Bodies – Risky Business
If some right-wing fanatics have their way, every day will be Throwback Thursday if they stop government funding of Planned Parenthood. Other than in the retro world of Republicans who seem nostalgic for those pre Roe V Wade days, there
All American Nativism – Nothing New
When it comes to America’s melting pot, Donald Trump is following an old-fashioned, tried and true recipe – heavy on the xenophobia with just a dash of racism. By relying on the age-old tradition of stoking the public’s fear of
All American Nativism – Nothing New
When it comes to America’s melting pot, Donald Trump is following an old-fashioned, tried and true recipe – heavy on the xenophobia with just a dash of racism. By relying on the age-old tradition of stoking the public’s fear of
Who’s Afraid of Feminism – Art Show Opening
I am so pleased my collage How Old Is Old is included in an important exhibition at the
Who’s Afraid of Feminism – Art Show Opening
I am so pleased my collage How Old Is Old is included in an important exhibition at the
Who’s Afraid of Feminism
I am pleased to be part of a new Exhibit “Who’s Afraid of Feminism ” opening Sept. 10, 2015 WOMEN’S CAUCUS FOR ARTS, WITH A.I.R. GALLERY, PRESENTS: WHO’S AFRAID OF FEMINISM? VENUE: 155 Plymouth Street,
Who’s Afraid of Feminism
I am pleased to be part of a new Exhibit “Who’s Afraid of Feminism ” opening Sept. 10, 2015 WOMEN’S CAUCUS FOR ARTS, WITH A.I.R. GALLERY, PRESENTS: WHO’S AFRAID OF FEMINISM? VENUE: 155 Plymouth Street,
Beach Club Preening
How To Enjoy The Sun In Style In the summer of 1960 the glitter and glamor of my Grandmothers beach club often rivaled the showboating and schmoozing of the presidential campaign that summer. A glittering spectacle, out dazzling the
Beach Club Preening
How To Enjoy The Sun In Style In the summer of 1960 the glitter and glamor of my Grandmothers beach club often rivaled the showboating and schmoozing of the presidential campaign that summer. A glittering spectacle, out dazzling the
Envisioning The American Dream 