What if I put on a beard and wig from Party City and my dad’s old suit and tie and affected a VERY bad accent and showed up claiming to be the Duke of Fuckingshire and then just threw pudding at them? (Am doing this now.)
Reminds me of the olden-days Cosmos Club in Washington DC. I was a woman guest there (lunchtime only, mind you) just often enough to realize it was a good idea to eat something in the cab. Ditto the olden-days Press Club, except the booze made up for the shitty food.
This is so curious, I read an article just last week about an artist, Kirsha Kaechele who created an installation called "Lady's Lounge", open to women only who are served champagne by men dressed in tuxedos in an opulent setting. It referenced old pubs in Australia that wouldn't admit women until 1965. The museum was sued by a man because he wasn't allowed in. There was a court hearing. A large group of women in power suits, wearing red lipstick showed up at the hearing in support of Ms. Kaechele. https://www.bbc.com/news/world-australia-68572280
In the 1980s, we had in Illinois a wannabe pol named Adlai Stevenson II, or maybe it was III, I don't remember. He was either the son or grandson of the guy who lost twice to Eisenhower. This dude physically resembled his ancestor, and had political instincts to match.
In one campaign, he got in trouble when it was revealed he belonged to a club, headquartered in downtown Chicago, that had no Blacks or women (maybe no Jews either, I don't remember). He offered the hilarious defense that he only ate lunch there because "it was hard to find a good spot in the Loop for lunch."
The Loop is the heart of Chicago's downtown business district, and in those days, there were at least three places to eat on every block. Collectively, the Loop had restaurants with every conceivable combination of food, price, ambience and service. Stevenson got mercilessly roasted by columnist Mike Royko for being such a ninny and insulting everyone's intelligence.
I am pretty sure the practice of men repairing to the drawing room whilst ladies did whatever they were expected to do after dinner was so the men could be alone and let off their after-dinner farts and compare who had the most voluminous ones. At least that the picture I have in my mind. May not be historically accurate.
Not to defend the NYT, but the newspaper was originally the Manchester Guardian and reliably Labour-supporting.
Codger-Dodger is pronounced Throatwobbler-Mangrove.
Ta, Sara. Oh, FFS!!
What if I put on a beard and wig from Party City and my dad’s old suit and tie and affected a VERY bad accent and showed up claiming to be the Duke of Fuckingshire and then just threw pudding at them? (Am doing this now.)
"Roger Roger"
Reminds me of the olden-days Cosmos Club in Washington DC. I was a woman guest there (lunchtime only, mind you) just often enough to realize it was a good idea to eat something in the cab. Ditto the olden-days Press Club, except the booze made up for the shitty food.
BERRIES AND CREAM, ROGER!!! MUMMY! Anyway this was fun to write.
Way to make me regret giving you all a recipe for proper British crumpets in next weekend's baking post.
Thanks for that.
This is so curious, I read an article just last week about an artist, Kirsha Kaechele who created an installation called "Lady's Lounge", open to women only who are served champagne by men dressed in tuxedos in an opulent setting. It referenced old pubs in Australia that wouldn't admit women until 1965. The museum was sued by a man because he wasn't allowed in. There was a court hearing. A large group of women in power suits, wearing red lipstick showed up at the hearing in support of Ms. Kaechele. https://www.bbc.com/news/world-australia-68572280
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In the 1980s, we had in Illinois a wannabe pol named Adlai Stevenson II, or maybe it was III, I don't remember. He was either the son or grandson of the guy who lost twice to Eisenhower. This dude physically resembled his ancestor, and had political instincts to match.
In one campaign, he got in trouble when it was revealed he belonged to a club, headquartered in downtown Chicago, that had no Blacks or women (maybe no Jews either, I don't remember). He offered the hilarious defense that he only ate lunch there because "it was hard to find a good spot in the Loop for lunch."
The Loop is the heart of Chicago's downtown business district, and in those days, there were at least three places to eat on every block. Collectively, the Loop had restaurants with every conceivable combination of food, price, ambience and service. Stevenson got mercilessly roasted by columnist Mike Royko for being such a ninny and insulting everyone's intelligence.
Wow, I read this as 'M' had to quit his club...where will he meet 007 now for drinks?
Pretty sure they're all fucking in there and just don't want the ladies to know.
Gurls have cooties.
Dodgy, innit?
I am pretty sure the practice of men repairing to the drawing room whilst ladies did whatever they were expected to do after dinner was so the men could be alone and let off their after-dinner farts and compare who had the most voluminous ones. At least that the picture I have in my mind. May not be historically accurate.