The kerfuffle in the feminist internets that I wrote about yesterday somehow recalls this scene for me. “She advocates dirty books: CHAW-ser. RABBaLAYS. BALL-zac!” Knitting Clio, a historian of medicine who has written about adolescent medicine in particular, has more to say about this–check her out.
Why does everything somehow come back to The Music Man at this blog? (I guess that tells you a little bit about the pace of life and the apparent year on the calendar here in sweet, quiet Potterville, which often–and especially in the summer–feels more like 1912 than 2011.) But of course, Harold Hill was the master of inventing moral panics, right? No traveling sales for him today–he’d be using Facebook, blogs, and Twitter to gin up controversy and drive traffic to his website, where he’d sell Moral Panic Computer Endpoint Protection at $29.95 a pop, guaranteed to protect children from the “libertine men and scarlet women” out there on the world-wide non peer-reviewed internets.
Good night, ladies! Enjoy this hot day, and try to store up some fun memories to keep you warm in the coming winter. The time is swift and will be gone.