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By Melinda Ennis:
Women’s liberation. Feminism. Bra-burning.
Few of today’s young women, or older women for that matter, would align themselves with the first two, and the third is a myth. But all of these terms churn up collective images from one of the greatest social movements in history.
Gail Collins’ riveting, epic new book, “When Everything Changed,” tells the story.
An interview with Hala Moddelmog, CEO of Susan G. Komen for the Cure®. Before Susan G. Komen died of breast cancer, she and her sister Nancy Brinker dreamed of a day when the disease would be eradicated. Nancy promised Susan that she would do everything in her power to end the disease forever. She has kept that promise by building an organization that has become the global leader of the breast cancer movement, investing almost $1.5 billion since its inception in 1982. As CEO of Susan G. Komen for the Cure, Hala Moddelmog helps continue the dream the sisters began. A breast cancer survivor and former Fortune 500 executive, Hala already had a passion for championing women’s issues and community engagement before joining the organization in 2006. Her own beginnings as a small-town girl from Hartwell, Georgia bring a unique empathy and perspective that has helped her successfully lead the […]
In Michael Moore’s latest film, “Capitalism; A Love Story,” he is again the spokesman for the working class, this time attacking the entire economic system that for many is the sacred underpinning of the American way of life. The film is largely a success for those of us on the left. Although sometimes meandering off point and glossing over others, Moore is our cheerleader, fighting the war most of us are too busy or timid to wage. When preaching to his choir he is funny and persuasive, leading us in sputtering indignation and anger about the “greed is good” mentality that seemingly permeates today’s society. Yet as in the case of “Sicko”, the many compelling facts revealed and stories illustrated are sometimes diluted by his desire to also be the class clown. His tendency toward bombastic stunts weakens his ability to have credibility with anyone on the right or perhaps […]
Baby, I was amazed — because the only disappointing moment in one of the greatest musical performances I have ever seen was that Sir Paul didn’t sing those lyrics last Saturday night at Piedmont Park.
Maybe I was amazed that Sir Paul had the energy of a teenager. Maybe it was because he looked twenty years younger than his 67 years, even through my binoculars. But mostly, I was amazed by the voice.
The voice that I grew up with was still there
Take the timeless, transcendent beauty of Michelle Pfeiffer, add a biting, bawdy Kathy Bates, place them in the sublime setting of Paris’s Belle Epoque, and slowly and sensuously stir it all together with the direction of Stephen Frears (“Dangerous Liasons”) in a batter composed of two short stories by Colette. The result: a saucy sweet and tartly tasty French soufflé called “Cheri,” now playing at the Tara Theater in Atlanta. Cheri is a delicious but imperfect dish. It has a bit of a slow start, a tad of miscasting and a somewhat expected plot. But I loved every delectable bite. Pfeiffer is phenomenal in this luscious mixture of grand romance and caustic cynicism….wit and wistfulness. It is set in tres chic Paris during its most beautiful era, and the clothes are awesome. Need I say more? Pfeiffer at 51 is still perhaps the most beautiful actress on film. With a […]
I sit at my home-office desk working, but looking for any distraction. It is around 3:30 pm. Kids are streaming back into the houses around the neighborhood as I look up from my laptop and stare out the window to avoid the mind-numbing job at hand.
Cicadas chirping in the quiet evening twilight. The thwack of a screen door slamming. The rhythmic whir of an old, iron oscillating fan. Summer in the South. It’s a singular sensation in the collective minds of those of us who live here, and in those from the outside looking in. During the day, temperatures rise and sweat dampens the sear-sucker suits of menfolk, while powdered ladies fan themselves to keep from getting dewey. In the sultry night, blood boils in cool sheets as those same demure ladies turn into Maggie the Cat or Blanche Dubois. At least, that’s what Hollywood would have us believe. Heat is the ultimate metaphor for sex, so perhaps that’s why so many erotic-themed films have been set in the sizzling, sultry summer of the South. For your summer viewing pleasure, here are five rental recommendations that may get your own blood boiling. • Body Heat […]
If you were to ask a bunch of Yankees what the official food of the South is, they would no doubt say fried chicken. I would have to agree that despite regional preferences for dry or wet barbeque, country ham or chicken fried steak, on the whole, the meat mascot of Dixie is surely a succulent piece of poultry fried to a golden brown. The same Yankee respondents in our poll could be asked about what our preferred cocktail is, and just as likely, the answer would be the Mint Julep. However, with this I must take issue. First, let me present my credentials. I was born in Charlotte and raised in Birmingham, Richmond and Memphis. Except for a brief period overseas, I have lived in Atlanta for the last 30 years. Therefore, I consider myself a semi-pro expert on all things southern. Yet in all of those years, I […]
My family is from the Bootheel. But I’m not Italian and the reference isn’t to the delicate stiletto that dips into the ancient azure Aegean. We’re talking the Bootheel of Missouri, which digs deeply into the sandy, flat farmlands of western Tennessee and northeastern Arkansas. Despite confusion from outsiders as to where this part of the state fits in regionally-speaking, the Bootheel is as southern in talk, tastes and traditions as the most remote corner of rural Alabama. It rests squarely against the mighty Mississippi buffered by levees, surrounded by cotton fields and phalanxed by flood ditches caused by a 150-year-earthquake from a fault that still threatens the region today. Although I’ve never lived there, for all the years of my life I’ve traveled to the savannah-like plains (now dotted with intermittent fast food clusters) that fall 100 miles west of Memphis to visit the bosom of my family. They […]
1 ) Moving from a region known for racism to a region known for Republicans isn’t moving on. 2 ) “Red” is too close to “redneck.” 3 ) George Wallace and JB Stoner could be our only legacy. 4 ) To prove that Dixiecrats aren’t the same as Democrats (who live in the South). 5 ) Our women are smart and sassy; Molly Ivins, Anne Richards, Shirley Franklin, Kay Hagan, etc. Their women are — well, like Elizabeth Dole. 6 ) It will freak-out Yankees who think we all wear white sheets and live in plantations. 7 ) Atticus Finch was a southern Democrat. 8 ) Maybe less enlightened Southerners would think twice before hauling out their repellent rebel flags. 9 ) FDR chose Warm Springs, Georgia as his second home and took his last magnolia-filled breath in the South. 10 ) Frankly my dear, we do give a damn!!!