I like the evolution of language, and I like slang, and new ways of using words specific for the times we live in (i.e. “woke”).
But real words have real meanings. My ears get tired of the filler words “actually” and “literally” which are often used in the wrong context.
My first verifiable memory was our family gathering around the TV to watch the Beatles on Ed Sullivan. I was 4, my older brother was 17. It was a Sunday night.
February 9, 1964
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Place des Arts – Hundreds of people walked this corridor on their way from the metro to the demonstration.
Next to the crowds, an aboriginal woman and her 2 puppies were basically living in this little alcove. (She has a black & white striped jacket on.)
People just walked on by her on their way to and from the march. I spoke with her, gave her some money, and asked her to Prends Soins (take care of herself).
The crowd was diverse. The mood was cheerful. Lots of dogs, babies, and grannies. Bicycle cops lounging at the perimeter.
Montreal’s Raging Grannies arrive
Today’s march in Montreal was more a gathering around Place des Arts. I saw as many men as women. I saw lots of pussy hats. Mainly I saw a
number of clever signs. huge
A Woman’s Place Is In The Resistance
Some were older, no longer active, or retired, or ill, so while it was sad for many, it was not
Debbie Reynolds, b. 1932