On this date, February 2nd, in 1947, Farrah Fawcett was born, 25 years after author James Joyce published his masterpiece, Ulysses, on his 40th birthday, also the second of February.
The words in the image above, where Farrah truly bloomed, are the final words in the novel spoken by Molly Bloom who functions in Joyce’s work as something like an Earth Goddess and a self-aware, perceptive, liberated woman.
I think the novel’s final words go well with the iconic red swimsuit image in which Fawcett’s sexuality was both more explicit (with bare thigh and a protruding nipple’s shape very clear seen) than previous sex goddesses like Mae West and Marilyn Monroe, but also more restrained in a girl next door sort of way.
More words from James Joyce’s Ulysses with Fawcett in the middle flanked by her Charlie’s Angels co-stars Jacklyn Smith (left) and Kate Jackson (right)
For me this is what a truly free culture, like American culture at its best, can do: constantly reinvent and improve upon itself.
But, sometimes, that change goes the other way.
The sexual liberation that accompanied the second wave of feminism has been partially replaced in this century by a misandrist sexual repression, where male heterosexuality can at times be treated as criminal, as if all male attraction to women is tantamount to rape.
God Bless Freedom.
In the words of aged aviator and great libertarian, the late Ben Buckley, lets work to get it back.
Geoff Fox, 2nd February, 2023, Down Under