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i can't believe this exists. george carlin's rant about magazines devoted to any activity comes to mind - the web is just 10000000000 times worse than the magazine publishing industry could ever be.

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oenone_borealis
Apr. 21st, 2005 08:54 pm (UTC)
My eyes! There's a 'society' justifying fun exclusively for a particular group?
wangch61
Apr. 21st, 2005 09:14 pm (UTC)
tech. the KKK fall under that description. also including the 4H group....which is like organized crime for the burbs.
iluselu
Apr. 21st, 2005 09:09 pm (UTC)
I don't know anything about the 'society' itself, but I do know the Toronto chapter was an incredible boon for my mother in the wake of the pandemonium that filled her life the last few years.



That said, I agree with the general sentiment of your post.
mightywombat
Apr. 21st, 2005 11:11 pm (UTC)
Here, I looked at the site name and thought it was a Linux thing... Go figure.
lengjade
Apr. 21st, 2005 11:27 pm (UTC)
i thought it was going to be about red condoms at first, but i guess that speaks to where my mind has been...
timaeusdaspirge
Apr. 22nd, 2005 01:20 am (UTC)
i've seen this cult in the wilds of irvington. apparently, there's a bit of a free-time discrepancy in the world - some people have none, and some have so very much that braincells simply atrophy...
desayuno_ingles
Apr. 22nd, 2005 02:37 am (UTC)
Yeah, it started with some women who decided it would be a good idea to do what that poem says by whomever that woman was who wrote it.

probably like how the Sweet Potato Queens spawned Wannabes. ew.
desayuno_ingles
Apr. 22nd, 2005 02:40 am (UTC)
The poem is actually kind of funny.

Warning

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

-- Jenny Joseph
twirlygurl
Apr. 22nd, 2005 01:44 pm (UTC)
Last Sunday my family went to birthday brunch at the Castle in Tarrytown. Just as we were getting to dessert, a bunch of Red Hats came in. Honestly, they looked like they were having a grand time. We had no idea who/what they were, so we had to ask. They explained it as a society for women over 50 who are interested in fellowship and fun, a combination of a social club and a volunteer organization. I actually like the idea. It seems like a great way to stay social and active. And a lot of them wear feather boas.

Oh, and they do let women under 50 join, they just have to wear pink.
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