Crabby Old Lady (grimacing while her toes curl in her shoes) mentions this today because a few women of the red-and-purple brigade have recently been leaving comments on a previous post here expressing their dismay at Crabby’s bad “hattitude” toward their club:
“…it is a shame you feel the way you do.”
“You may be missing out on some of the best times and friendships that you may make in your life.”
Crabby intends to take her chances on that second one.
This new book by Ms. Cooper is a 209-page collection of boilerplate platitudes and just about every self-help bromide published in the past 40 years. If anyone has reached 50 and doesn’t know these things – well, maybe they need The Red Hat Society.
One of the themes of this book and the Society itself runs counter to everything Crabby Old Lady and Time Goes By stand for:
“…the Red Hat Society seeks to take the sting out of reaching the age of fifty,” writes Ms. Cooper.
And, “I’m always encouraged when people refer to themselves as ‘years young’ instead of ‘years old.’”
She had better not try that phrasing around Crabby Old Lady who takes additional umbrage at Ms. Cooper’s self-important co-option and misunderstanding of the women’s movement:
“The Red Hat Society has been referred to as ‘the second women’s movement’…[but] it is important to emphasize one significant difference between the first and second movements. We Red Hatters are not angry with men, nor is there any stridency in our attitude toward them.”
Oh, let’s not raise our voices – it’s unladylike. (And can we find Crabby a frilly '50's apron?) It is attitudes like these that marginalize people – women, in this case. Crabby doesn’t know where Ms. Cooper was during the 1960s and beyond, but she surely missed the point somewhere in women’s struggle for equal rights, carried forward by women whose “stridency” she has surely benefited from.
The main purpose and goal of the Red Hatters, to “have fun,” is – discounting the feminist claim – harmless enough (if you don’t get caught in a horde of them loose on the streets of New York as once happened to Crabby). But the relentlessness of it, as recounted in this book, along with the red-and-purple uniform, is too cloying, too retro for Crabby who also fears she can never again wear a red hat without being taken for (Eew!) a Hattitude Hottie.
[See also Older Ladies and the Red Hat Society.]