To: billorites
Thanks for the post! Pack bump!
To: billorites
Frank Rich learned something from the Rat Pack?
That's a good one.
To: billorites
Good job on the picture....no Peter Lawford.
It's still Frank's world....we just get to live in it.
4 posted on
05/10/2004 6:37:11 AM PDT by
stylin19a
(Don't be so quick to judge. God waits until the end.)
To: billorites
"I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal labotomy."
To: billorites
They were the last public embodyment of the true Male.
Rhett Butler, Hemmingway, James Bond (in the early books) Bogy.....
I think it is illegal now in most states, certainly in Canada or most of Europe.
The only hope for the future is in the growing popularity of Tequila shots.
So9
9 posted on
05/10/2004 6:57:21 AM PDT by
Servant of the 9
(Screwing the Inscrutable or is it Scruting the Inscrewable?)
To: billorites
great post... bump
10 posted on
05/10/2004 7:09:22 AM PDT by
ericthecurdog
("We are conservatives. This great Republican Party is our historical house. This is our home.")
To: billorites
![](http://www.curtaincall.co.uk/epegamedia/images/The%20Rat%20Pack.jpg)
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Rat Pack Tearfully, I sorted yellow photos; Steeped in watches and goblets of youth. A glance of sand and static pictures of "why?" A hand from nowhere changed the dial I forced myself to watch--but it wasn't easy: The smooth, hep smile of tailfins--quite a lot like my father's crew cut. Fleeting yellow nirvana of yesterdays strewn about my floor, I moved to touch just one. The mirage melted as I held it my palm. How were they to know that tailfins and radio and steel dashboards would soon bake in the sun, quiet, alone, as if they never were? Baccarat, with a knowing smirk and the hot thirsty pavement of a long stretch of desert highway, compelled them to throw everything into the pot. That moved us, somehow. The desert silently drifts to obscure; A deep dream so fresh it was real for a few minutes after I woke. Now, a clattering of one trembles in a room that reeks of old. A silent phone sits on the table. He stares through the wall, and looks West. copywrite 2001 Skooz |
11 posted on
05/10/2004 7:34:49 AM PDT by
Skooz
(My Biography: Psalm 40:1-3)
To: billorites
Thanks man, I forgot what heroes are -- for a moment.
12 posted on
05/10/2004 8:19:54 AM PDT by
Sundog
(Cheers.)
To: billorites
"every day above ground is a good day"
13 posted on
05/10/2004 8:35:53 AM PDT by
albertabound
(Its good to beee Albertabound)
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Great article.
But there is more to it than that.
With the emergence of modern appliances and frozen foods in the 50's, men no longer needed to have a wife to have hot meals, clean clothes, and a clean house. Playboy magazine, the Thunderbird, later the pony cars of the 60's were pitched to this urban male professional revelling in the freedom and opportunities of the new bachelorhood with his swinging single bachelor pad and new stereo playing Dave Brubeck and Charlie Parker, watching Bergman movies, and pontificating about existentialism.
And maybe sexual morality is more relaxed in postwar periods like the 50's and 20's (among urban hep cats and swingers the sexual revolution already began) because of the simple fact that the male to female ratio has been skewed by war. For example France lost 29% of all males between the ages of 20 and 40 dead in WW1. When you add in maimed that must mean the pool of marriageable Frenchmen was halved. That means a lot of lonely women. No wonder 20's Paris was so hot.
The Rat Pack were the cultural expression of this period, the last in which sophisticated grownups would steer popular culture.
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15 posted on
05/10/2004 1:06:22 PM PDT by
perfect stranger
("Don't shoot – I'm Che! I'm worth more to you alive than dead!" Che Guevara October 1967)
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