Memory can, however, be cruel, as we realize, in retrospect, how embarrassingly crude and ignorant we were in the past. Take, for instance, the issue of women and their role and rights in American society. The subtlety of the repression of the female of our species in the years after “the war” was such a part of life that it was never even questioned.
The presumption that marriage, children and housekeeping were the natural fate of women was the underlying cause for them being popularly viewed as sexual objects in every medium from calendar and magazine art to the busty bimbos of early TV. In the wake of four years in the home front workforce, doing every task from ship building and machining to middle management of factories and offices most of the girls returned home to breed the baby boom on the GI benefits of returning veterans. Some few chose to remain in the rat race, but they faced a long hard road.
In the age of manual machines, speed and accuracy of typing were marketable skills and women in offices started in the sweatshop typing pools. With luck and charm they got assigned as secretary to some executive upstairs and eventually hit the glass ceiling of executive assistant while still wearing skirts and blouses while the bosses wore suits and ties. Some of those offices were political, and all too often the entire work product of some politician was the result of his top staff, who often happened to be an attractive and highly intelligent woman.
Men being what we are, no small number of those old pals found themselves leaving office, and beginning in the eighties the top staff women and political operatives began to come forward to take office themselves. Some by appointment and some by election, scattered throughout the nation, in congressional districts that were mostly concerned with domestic issues and equal rights. Women voted for women and the distaff numbers in the House grew. The Yankee states, a hotbed of feminist politics since the Adams family, sent strong conservative senators to Washington and California produced an entire generation of takeover babes, led by the Boxer/Pelosi machine (formerly the Burton Bros franchise).
Now the talking heads of news, (still dominated by blondes with high bimbo stats) have suddenly discovered a trend, with the election victories of assorted women across the country and political spectrum. They are fascinated that female candidates from the delusional fascist fringe (Nevada and South Carolina, California, Arkansas), are rising within the Republican power grid while their male cohorts are dropping like flies from sexual and political scandals.
I remember when life was simple, chicks were a pleasant accessory for the successful man and the rulers of the world kept virtual harems of willing worker bees at their beckon call. Somehow, I think those days are a painful history we try to forget.
“Travus T. Hipp” is a 40-year veteran radio commentator with six stations in California carrying his daily version of the news and opinions. “The Poor Hippy’s Paul Harvey,” Travus is a member of the Nevada Broadcasters Hall of Fame, but unemployable in the Silver State due to his eclectic political views.