You have consistently and purposely misinterpreted my posts - now you’ve taken my words “jerky Fonda hater” out of context. I called you a jerky Fonda hater for hating on me as a Fonda hater. I’ll go toe to toe with you any day on disliking that woman.
Also, you said that I believed Fonda only took up radical politics when she met up with Tom Hayden. While it is true that he was behind her going to Viet Nam she was deeply involved in radical politics at least by 1969. I was in college at the time and remembered her weird transformation from Barbarella to a cropped-haired radical. After listening to Simone Signoret at about this time who told her to go to India to find out what “real” poverty was like, Fonda took off to Bombay by herself and didn’t like what she saw. Somehow - just like Jean Seberg - this got transformed into hating America. I wonder if the Montands paid for all these starlets trips to India...
You also implied that I thought she was a victim somehow - something to the effect of being a dewey-eyed actress - I don’t have the exact quote in front of me. That thought never entered my mind. She was completely in control of her actions although I do believe her when she wrote that Hayden was a coward for not going to Hanoi with her. In this, I think she’s telling the truth.
Thank you for your service but not knowing a rocket launcher, cannon or other military equipment does not turn me into a Fonda-lover. I have made jokes about Fonda consistently throughout this thread - as have others. Humor, also, does not turn me into a Fonda-lover.
You may be mistaking me for somebody else - I have only responded to you twice and I haven’t the smallest impression of you as a “Fonda lover”.
Ah contraire: you definitely have your heart in the right place. My only slight lapse in control was the jerky Fonda hater thing. It’s possible that you’re right, but it’s not necessarily a diplomatic form of exchange.
Um, if I may disagree with something you said earlier, Barbarella wasn’t really much of an attention grabber for me. It was based on a weird French comic book and even in my full teenage screaming hormones mode, she looked liked an average-looking girl in odd costumes. Not that inspirational, if you follow my drift. We males aren’t really that desperate, are we?