Oh crappity crap. I promise you a week of Womanly Things (exactly what this might entail is anyone's guess, including my own), I sit down prepared to wax lyrical on all the important lady issues of the day, then Boom! I have no Womanly Things to say. I think I used up my daily Womanly Quota watching Grey's Anatomy and eating Mars Bar ice cream in bed, while Fin played video games and Smidgen farted away beside me. (And if that's not your idea of a womanly good time then you are reading the wrong blog, my friend.)
The trouble is, I'm not that great at earnest posts, or political posts, or deeply impassioned rant posts. I can force one out when the occasion requires, but I see myself more as a purveyor of random bits of nonsense, like too-gay drinking, illicit swooning and married men in dressing gowns. So I give you these television taboos from 1949 (see the rest here) and invite you to draw your own conclusions. Which is your favourite? Do you long for the days when too much bust on television would elicit a shocked expression from the director? And exactly how gay is too gay?
I might be back tomorrow with something a little more put together. Then again, I might not. It is, after all, a woman's prerogative to change her mind...
Side note: these remind me of my nana's 1938 Bride's Book - the subject of one of my favourite posts ever (due in no small part to Kristen's lovely pictures) and surely a Womanly Thing of the highest order.
{Images from Retrospace via sfgirlbybay's Pinterest}
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