That’s right–it’s Captain Scarlet again! Check out the computers that work like microfilm readers! And Captain Scarlet, who looks and sounds exactly like Cary Grant (well, Grant ca. 1937 anyway)! This episode is like a pop culture time capsule of the Cold War. Don’t miss the Angels, the glam girl pilots–they appear (as usual) in the intro in part I here, and Symphony Angel swings into action in part II of this episode (at about 4:33). This is actually an unusual episode in that Symphony is kidnapped–usually the Angels just fly their planes around and shoot people down or drop bombs strategically–more often than not, it’s they who save the day for Captain Scarlet and Captain Blue. It’s also unusual because poor Lieutenant Green, who’s always stuck behind that space-age desk, actually complains (finally!) about never being permitted off of the Spectrum cloud base. Continue Reading »
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I treated you to Barbie’s Campus last month, courtesy of Found in Mom’s Basement (and thanks again to Erica at the good old days for the tip). I returned there for inspiration last night, and found perhaps the strangest Barbie set I’ve ever seen (at right. You can view an enlarged photo if you click here–”Miss Barbie” is right on top.) What is up with this little number, also from the 1964 Sears catalog? From the ad copy:
So lively. . . her knees bend, her eyes close
Miss Barbie with 3 Wigs, Lawn Swing and Planter, $4.89
Whose idea was it to sell the new bendable knees and blinking eyes Barbie by plopping her on lawn furniture and giving her a choice of 3 wigs? Is this a scene that evokes youth, action, and vigor? Are those her granddaughters she’s watching play tennis, dance, and ski, simultaneously? (Those outfits are sold separately–don’t kid yourself. “Miss Barbie” doesn’t swing that way.) Why not a ”Plastic Slipcovers Barbie,” who comes complete with bingo cards and canasta for her Midge, Ken, and Allan? What’s up with the hat–is she really bald under there? I’m at the stage of life where a lawn swing and 3 wigs look pretty good–or at least more useful than the ballerina outfit–so I think it’s cool that they made a crypo-geriatric Barbie back in 1964. I’m just wondering how many girls would have wanted to play with this Barbie set back in the day? (The wigs would have been fun, but even more fun would have been just letting her go bald, don’t you think?) Continue Reading »
Remember when most college students went to college to learn? Yeah, me neither. Erica at the good old days sent me some Barbie links, and lookee here what I found, ca. 1964 (via Found in Mom’s Basement). Erica is not a historian, but she’s led me to some images that perfectly embody the current historiography on American college life in the twentieth century, with its emphasis on good times and heterosociality:
Check out the matching bedspreads in Barbie’s dorm! She and her roommate (Midge?) must have coordinated their decor carefully. (Click to enlarge!) The advertising copy for Barbie’s Campus promises “four true to life campus scenes in one cardboard unit!” Here are the other three: Continue Reading »
Easter is so late this year and we’ve got several more weeks until we can cuddle fluffy baby bunnies and chicks, so check out these shiny, happy news tidbits:
- Clio Bluestocking has created the Peep show di tutti Peep Shows: “The National Museum of the American Peep” features her incredible energy, creativity, and artistry on display. Don’t miss it! Be sure to click through all of the photos here.
- Feeling blue? You won’t after you read this story and watch this video of The Compliment Guys at Purdue University (via Inside Higher Ed.) Awwwww-don’t you just want to join a big group hug now?
- Part III of the conversation about Judith Bennett’s History Matters is just getting started at Tenured Radical–come on over and join the fun.
- And now, the best news of all: Notorious, Ph.D., Girl Scholar and Dr. Crazy at Reassigned Time have been awarded tenure and promotion! Yes, my pretties: our Marxist feminist takeover of higher education is nearly complete! I’ll be giving you your final instructions soon–you’ll know it’s me when I ring twice, hang up, ring twice again, hang up again, and ring a third time because I can’t figure out this damned text messaging business. IF U CN READ THS U R DAVID HOROWITZ. C U L8TR, H8TR!
- Leave your good news in the thread below. Fellowships? Scholarships? Sabbaticals? Articles and/or books accepted for publication? Negative medical test results? Big tax refund? Etc. Sing it!
John Fea over at The Way of Improvement Leads Home had an interesting post called “How do you organize your library?” a few weeks ago, and it inspired me to get serious about (finally!) reorganizing my library. But, I have no idea where to start, or how to proceed, and unfortunately, none of the suggestions in the comments on John’s post were very helpful. (One commenter left just one word, “KINDLE,” in the comments, rather enigmatically. I know what Kindle is, but John’s question was more about the intellectual categories of organization, not how to manage actual physical books.)
When I started graduate school in 1990, early American history was neatly divided by geography into five categories: New England, the Middle Colonies, the Chesapeake Bay region, the Lower South, and the Caribbean. By the time I took my degree in 1996, there was another category added to the mix, “Atlantic World,” but astute readers will note that early American history was really in fact early Anglo-American history. If students was interested in the history of New Spain or Brazil, they worked with Mexican historians and colonial Latin Americanists, not with the people who called themselves early Americanists. (And–bien sur–no one was interested in New France!) Although most of us were encouraged to read, think, and write about non-white peoples and non-English Europeans, it was expected that we’d confine our readings and research to lands under some form of English government.
Nevertheless, the New England/Middle Colonies/Chesapeake/Lower South/Caribbean scheme is how I have organized my books since graduate school, with sections (and then later full shelves) also devoted to my books on the American Revolution, and the nineteenth century (since I was trained to teach up through the Civil War and Reconstruction, and I do that when I teach the survey.) But since I was trained, early American history has moved from being divided into geographically and culturally distinct regions to more conceptual divisions that transcend geography and even macropolitical and linguistic borders. This, in my opinion, is all to the good, and I’ve helped to usher along some of these changes in my own very modest way with my scholarship. This dissolution of geographical and national borders is something that has happened throughout the historical profession, too. Whereas once everything was filed neatly under histories of the nation-state, comparative and transnational history have confused these formerly (and deceptively) tidy categories. Continue Reading »
Last weekend’s This American Life featured a story by Elna Baker that reminded me of the old days when TAL was brand-new and didn’t sound like anything else in the broadcast media. In an excerpt at TAL called “Babies Buying Babies” (click here and scroll up until you get to 40:17 in the show) Baker tells about a job she took as an aspiring actor in New York at FAO Schwartz, where she wore a nurse’s costume and faciliatated “adoptions” of “newborn” Lee Middleton Dolls. After the dolls were featured on a television show, they sold out quickly–of the white baby dolls, anyway–so the “nurses” were left to deal with hoards of irritated, wealthy white parents, most of whom resented paying $120 for a Latino, African American, or Asian baby doll. (The little girls were more flexible about loving a doll that looked different from them.)
I don’t want to say much more lest I spoil the story for you. I can say that it sheds light on disability issues as well as race and (disturbingly) sexuality, and the news is not good, folks. (Baker herself sets up an invidious comparison of a “factory reject [white] monster baby” versus “a nursery full of perfectly cute black babies,” as though a “disabled” doll was unworthy of adoption compared to perfectly formed dolls.)
Equally interesting for me, Baker’s story also speaks powerfully to the mysterious power of dolls that other inanimate objects or toys don’t have. Because they’re so clearly and recognizeably human, and because they’re generally representations of babies and young children, they demand not just to be preserved or displayed, but cared for. But as those of us who have played with dolls know, we also feel aggression and take out our anger on dolls. Baker speaks eloquently about these contradictory impulses: of not wanting to let a factory-damaged doll go to a nasty family, although this was a doll that she and the other nurses had jokingly named ”Nubbins,” and merrily dropped him on the floor and banged him into furniture to make each other laugh.
My guess is that most of you who used to play with dolls will recognize what Baker is talking about.
The entire staff at Historiann HQ has been dreaming about a “”54 convertible too, light blue,” while shopping for presents for many of my blog friends. (Sorry, gang–it’s just pictures, not the real thing for you this year! But you don’t need more stuff to clutter up your homes, right?)
For GayProf, here’s a vintage Mego Wonder Woman companion, Major Steve Trevor! (He’s not nearly so handsome as the actor Lyle Waggoner, but then, the Mego WW doll doesn’t really look like Lynda Carter either.) Check out his six pack!
For Tenured Radical, a new pie-baking enthusiast, a great new cookbook–Lynne Rosetto Kasper and Sally Swift’s How to Eat Supper. These recipes look fun, speedy, and tasty.
For Roxie’s moms, these companion cowgirl salt and pepper shakers. (Do you know how difficult it is to find same-sex anthropomorphic salt and pepper shakers? In the course of my research, I’ve found that heteronormativity is strictly enforced in kitschy kitchen condiment dispensers. I think my next book will be called The Epistemology of the Pantry!
I hope Erica (aka Cleanser) at the good old days likes the Snoopy Snow Cone machine I got for her, Buzz, and the kids. It doesn’t snow much where they live now, so I thought they might enjoy saying, “Thanks for the snow cone, Snoopy!”
Knitting Clio might appreciate these patterns for tiny Barbie, Ken, and Skipper-sized matching 1950s-style sweaters.
Ann Bartow at Feminist Law Profs is a vegetarian who really, really digs bacon-themed bibelots. Here you go, Ann–a bacon cake!
Clio Bluestocking might enjoy this Queen-sized margarita machine for the holidays. (Did I mention that it comes with a ticket to Palm Springs and a date with a Peter Lawford lookalike?)
And, for Squadratomagico, I got one of those Russian Cat Circus cats that she could perhaps incorporate into her act one day.
Ok, Santa Baby–you know what Historiann wants, and it’s got a landau top, white sidewalls, and bench seating front and back. I know it’s no good for carpooling or hauling ski gear around and tying Christmas trees to the top–but then, that’s the point, isn’t it?
When I tell people I live in Colorado, one of the first things they always say is, “Gee, you must like snow,” or, “Betcha get a lot of snow there, huh?” Everyone in the country seems to think we all live in ski chalets in Aspen or Vail, when the reality is that the majority of us live in the High Plains Desert, with an emphasis on the desert, where we get only about as much snow as any northern tier city. I’d say the Denver area probably gets less snow than Buffalo, but more than Washington, D.C. I may be underestimating it–one reason the snow feels less oppressive here than it does in northeastern cities is that it’s very powdery and dry, and then the sun comes out and melts it all so we don’t have to shovel it all that often.
Those broads over at Feminist Law Professors have done it again: how’s about a little nostalgia for all of you 30- and 40-somethings out there to get you misty-eyed on a Monday morning. (And not just because you don’t have time to watch the Superfriends any more before going to work because you still haven’t finished the book you assigned to your graduate seminar!)
First, Ann Bartow reminds us of one of the craziest dolls of the 1970s, “Growing Up Skipper,” who (those of you dames d’un certain age will remember) was the kid-sister of the Barbie family, and who grew breasts and got taller when you cranked around her left arm. Pubertyriffic!
Next, Bridget Crawford reports on the so-called “Opt-Out Revolution” five years later, the topic of a speech by Lisa Belkin at a Pace Law School conference last Friday, “Women and the Law: How Far We’ve Come and Where We Need to Go.” Go read Belkin if you must–E.J. Graff has shown that the “Opt-Out Myth” is something the New York Times discovers every decade or so–I was more taken with Crawford’s comments about how she thought we’d be past all of this feminism stuff because we’d get the ERA and equal pay and we could just sit back and enjoy the fruits of the labor of our foremothers in the feminist movement! She writes:
It was not that long ago (um, ok, yes it was) when the older girls in my grade school were singing Helen Reddy’s “I Am Woman.” I remember thinking women wouldn’t “need” that song in the future. I remember thinking we wouldn’t need cars, either. We’d all have George Jetson-like space vehicles that were powered by air (courtesy of my childhood imagination). I assumed the 21st century would be so different from life as we knew it then. But we’re here and it’s not.
Yeah, man: where the hell is my flying car?
Historiann correspondant Indyanna brought his dolls over to play the other day, and sent this photo in homage to (one of) his hometown team’s victory in the NLCS and their appearance in the World Series this year for the first time in fifteen years. (My vintage Barbies didn’t quite know what to make of these relatively tiny men!) It’s actually a fair approximation of Indyanna’s eclectic interests: “John Adams” (say it with me: President Second-Worst!) is on the left, glaring at Mary Wollstonecraft in the background behind his collection of Pirates and Phillies bobbleheads and miscellaneous baseball dolls action figures. I don’t follow baseball too closely, but I glanced at the sports section of the newspaper this morning and I have only one question: what’s with the dumb haircuts, Phillies? Some of them look like they were scalped by an angry, drunken Marine barber.
Longtime readers may remember Indyanna’s other photographic contributions to the doll blogging around here from last spring, the window box Barbies planted cheerfully in front of a Center City rowhouse. Thanks for remembering us at Historiann HQ, Indyanna!