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War Movies, Personal Independence,

The Memorial Day weekend TV fare is full of creaky WWII movies, most of which I saw when I was a kid, in the 40s and 50s. Most of them have good action scenes, but have truly archaic characterizations full of clichés: the comic relief, usually a wise-talking Brooklyn type, the squeaky clean and timid rural character, who breaks down and/or gets killed, the womanizing, foul-talking (not explicit, only alluded to, since language in movies in those days was strictly monitored) roué, the uptight, morally straight, impossibly chauvinistic, supposedly romantic or sympathetic male lead, usually John Wayne, Charlton Heston, Spencer Tracy … oh, vomit.

It’s a wonder, given these role models who would make an Evangelist of today feel overshadowed, that any woman growing up in that time emerged with any self-esteem at all, at all.

One of my favorites, however, was “Midway”, that I didn’t see on any channel this time around. It has Charlton Heston as the rigid a.h., in an older role, a high-up military man, tyrannizing his son, under his command and no quarter given, who has fallen in love with a Japanese girl, oh, no. But the story of the battle of Midway is well done so I just steeled myself to tolerate the touchy-feely personal story.


About self-esteem, I had my own hurdles to overcome, especially in terms of business success, but on a personal level, I was way ahead of the young girls of today. Elizabeth Smart, kidnapped at 14, was too timid to scream out in a restaurant where she and her abductors were eating. I would have started yelling the minute I walked in the door, assuming that prior to such an incident, I wouldn’t have bitten off the fellow’s private member while pretending to acquiesce.

I remember, as a kid of 6 or so, being totally recalcitrant in all matters pertaining to personal independence. A friend of my mother’s, referring to me as a good little Greek girl, was treated to a belligerent and loud tirade from me to the effect that I was American, period. It’s not that I am, in maturity, loathe to consider myself Greek, but in those days, I already realized at that young age, that independence of Greek girls was non-existent and expectations were primeval. Not for me, thank you, bring it on, I’m ready.

My Iraqi friend, John, whom I found a few short years ago after a hiatus of 40 years, and who died recently from a heart condition, told me that he was astonished at how untypical I was. Dear John, who came to the U.S. with his charm and his English accent (his father was an Iraqi police chief of Indian descent, hence the British influence) was in his 20s, incredibly strong and resourceful in every way. What a shame that he would lose those powers. He came to study electronics, leaving behind a wife and several children whom I knew nothing about. I had assumed he was single.

In any case, I knew my destiny lay with someone whose references were Western, whose literary skills were remarkable, and whose sense of humor was as whimsical as mine. So I left Chicago and came to New York where I found him.

And, perhaps influenced by the war movies of my teen years, I gravitated to a man from the “Greatest Generation”, a term coined by journalist Tom Brokaw to describe the generation who grew up in the United States during the deprivation of the Great Depression, and then went on to fight in World War II, as well as those whose productivity within the war's home front made a decisive material contribution to the war effort. And because he was much older, I lost him sooner. One is never ready.

xx, Teal

posted on May 30, 2011 6:51 AM ()

Comments:

That is one of my problem.To develop independence and self esteem.
I blamed most of this on my hearing loss for not being this.
Very nice post.I did not see that movie Midway.
I loved the comment by marta.
comment by fredo on May 30, 2011 1:25 PM ()
My daughters have been able to live in a world so different from the one I moved into when I graduated from college. Sexual harassment was rampant and we just had to learn to either avoid those types or let them know we wouldn't tolerate it. I once had a fellow teacher walk up and stick his tongue in my ear in the teacher's lounge with other teacher's present. Since he chose to pull his little stunt in public, I chose to thoroughly embarrass him in public by letting him know that I did not appreciate his little stunt one bit.But we had no legal recourse back then. Men got away with that and worse in the workplace all the time.
comment by redimpala on May 30, 2011 1:25 PM ()
My personal path to independence led me away from my long marriage, flawed as it was, in the "midway" of my life, and I freed myself to embark on a refreshing, delightful, personal journey of renewal and many discoveries. But I can't help but realize how many doors and windows now wide open to me were pried, cracked and blown open during my lifetime not only by my own efforts but also by other women. As Erich Fromm said so well, "Our greatest task in life is to give birth to ourselves."
comment by marta on May 30, 2011 11:39 AM ()
I have had to develop my independence and self esteem too in a system
that was decidedly chauvinistic. Girls of today wouldn't believe the
stereotypes we had to overcome.
comment by elderjane on May 30, 2011 7:53 AM ()

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