“You know how fragile men’s egos are. Do the smallest thing such as scream out the wrong name and they go to pieces.” June 4, 2010 Jill Oh Blanche. My first impression of you was that you wore too much make-up and were a slut. But I was wrong. You don’t wear too much make-up. Rest in peace, Rue. Thank you for being a friend. I hope that in heaven, your life is still an open blouse.
I admit, I used to love watching The Golden Girls. And I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t a little tempted to buy it on DVD. It was funny, and even as a young child, watching it on TV, I thought, “Wow that Blanche really gets around.” But now, I think it’s kinda cool how they displayed older women’s sexuality. You really didn’t see that very much, and you still don’t these days.
That show was awful, all about the privileged lives of old white women in Miami, totally erasing all Latinos as if we don’t exist in South Florida unless we’re cleaning someone’s house or tending to their garden. 😉
So slut shaming is okay if it’s referring to a fictional female character? Huh? How was I slut-shaming? I was quoting Rose Nylund.
Golden Girls was heavy on the slut jokes. Still, I think it was more about a defiant embrace of the term than any sort of shame. Sophia: Rose, just remember, you’re smarter than people say you are. You’ve got good sense, and you know what you’re doing. Rose: Oh, Sophia. Sophia: Blanche, you’re a slut. Blanche: Oh, Sophia. and . . . Blanche: Sophia, by placing this pearl necklace between my bosoms, does it make me look like I’m a sex-starved slut who is in need of a man to bed? Sophia: Yes. Blanche: Good, then pearl it is.
