March is National Women’s History Month and generally tribute is paid to such brave and dedicated women as Susan B., Mother Jones, or Rosa Parks. This year I would like to honor another type of woman for March. This March— on the eve of turning thirty, quitting smoking, and growing up- I have wanted to lose myself in the decadent lifestyle of New York women artists like Dorothy Parker. She was brilliant, brash and intent on defying all of society’s constraining rules for women. Waltzing into the Algonquin—she was a legend and women today can thank her for blazing the way for Bohemian women everywhere.
So women- tonight in honor of Women’s History Month prepare yourselves a martini, turn on Billie Holiday, light up a cigarette and remember Mrs. Parker.
I find no peace in paint or type.
My world is but a lot of tripe.
I’m disillusioned, empty-breasted.
For what I think, I’d be arrested. I am sick, I am not well.
My quondam dreams are shot to hell.
My soul is crushed, my spirit sore;
I do not like me any more.
I cavil, quarrel, grumble, grouse.
I ponder on the narrow house.
I shudder at the thought of men….
I’m due to fall in love again. Dorothy Parker