I have been watching a lot of early 20th century tv dramas lately (except Mad Men, which apparently started the trend), in an attempt to fill the void left by the more-or-less cancellation of Bomb Girls. And since I haven’t seen any mention of these on my dash, I thought I’d make the recommendations: please do consider watching The Bletchley Circle and Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries. My wonderfully persuasive arguments appear below the cut.
It is December 6th, and I remember.
I was 13 years old when Marc Lépine opened fire and murdered 14 women for being at engineering school when he wasn’t. He blamed feminism for the situation he was in, and murdered these women for being in non-traditional jobs, for being there.
Every year, the memorials I go to are different. Some are quiet - I remember several winters in the snow, holding candles and reciting names like a talisman against violence.
Geneviève Bergeron, 21 years old. Hélène Colgan, 24 years old. Nathalie Croteau, 24 years old.
When I was younger, they seemed impossibly mature and sophisticated. I used to imagine them laughing and enjoying university, cut down without warning. Now that I’m 35, they seem so young, and I wonder if they were afraid."
Self reblog from last year. Still worth reading. Still remembering.
Today is the anniversary of the Montreal Massacre.
I will not forget.
1800s Week!mumblingsage submitted:
Although not a work of art exactly, there is a novel,The Woman Of Colour, about a mixed race Caribbean heiress and her adventures in England, including a sabotaged marriage. It was written by an unknown author in 1808, although in the introduction Lyndon Dominique makes a good argument that the author was herself a woman of color who came into her inheritance under similar circumstances to the heroine. Thought it might be of interest!
My SIL has candles in her house that have been here at least since they bought this place. They have never been lit. They freak me out.