And what I really mean by that title is “A Recipe for Drumsticks as well as an Attempt to Turn Uncontrollable Feelings and Word Vomit into a Thoughtful Consideration on Women in the World.”
Even when you plan to do nothing on Sunday, something always seems to pop up and either distract you from having an absolutely lazy Sunday, or you become absolutely distracted from doing whatever has popped up, by wanting to have a lazy Sunday.
My lazy Sunday started with a casual Saturday night in, watching the Sex and the City movie, waking up at 11:30 Sunday morning with my sister on my couch, and a FaceTime call from Johno regarding his not-so-casual Saturday night at a strip club.
My sister and I ate breakfast at Lindy’s Diner despite the fact that we really did not NEED greasy breakfast food (bacon, egg and cheese on grilled bagels with home fries and a side of pancakes) but we really wanted it. And as I write about it now, I still am craving it, even though the yolk is always broken and the piece of lettuce they place on the side of your plate is sad, pointless and annoys me.
It’s one of those places that doesn’t have great presentation; the food looks plain and dull on the cream porcelain plates; but it’s a diner, and it’s special in the way that all the jukeboxes at every table still work, with the sun shining in brightly on the daily seafood specials, where Lindy stands with her hair mysteriously wrapped up in a salt and pepper beehive that turns into a pony tail that curls into the middle of her head, her purple t-shirt with the diner motto “Quick and Easy” and all the townies chat and eat and backpackers wait for the bus. A classic diner that reminds you of an older time, like you were there in the picture on the front of the menu from 1961 or whenever it was, in an undeveloped town, on the side of the road with a bunch of bikers.
When my sister left, I had a new Mac laptop to set up, articles to write for my magazine, laundry to do, a sink filled with dishes and drumsticks in the fridge that needed some TLC.
Mom gave me drumsticks to make and suggested a marinade I go buy, but I never made it to the store. I defrosted them, pretty much drowned them in olive oil and sprinkled a healthy amount of Italian seasoning and onion powder on them. I preheated the oven to 375, and realized after 5 minutes of putting them in and hearing the sizzling noises cackling from the inside of the oven, and mom telling me I didn’t need to put that much oil on them, but rather keep fairly dry, that I should take them out and wipe off some of the excess oil. I did, and after only 30 minutes they were done, however, I think my oven is abnormally powerful. They were freaking good. It’s amazing how simple and how little you need to prepare this chicken, and the end result is juicy, tender and tasty.
After making the chicken, talking to mom on the phone about five separate times, dad once and Emma once, I made another successful venture of distraction in browsing Hulu for a documentary to watch and settling on one about Filmmaker Joe Sarno, “A Life in Dirty Movies.” Sarno was a popular “soft pornographic” film director in the late 60s and 70s. Him and his wife’s personal journey from America to Sweden, their tale of love and their perspective on the effect of sexploitation films on American film culture is so interesting. And bundled up inside all of that was the angle of women in porn and how it went from something classy, where nothing was shown but breast and face, to trashy, and Sarno’s struggle to deal with modern day expectations of adult film; a man who focused always on the beauty of women, and never the pleasure of man.
And so, Sunday seemed to have an underlying theme. Because when I eventually did end up writing my article for work on the awards event put on by my newspaper in early February recognizing local young professionals and their accomplishments, my angle was inspired by the words of the keynote speaker, wine maker and founder of LaBelle Winery in Amherst, Amy LaBelle, who praised women in business to event-goers. LaBelle started with 1 gallon of blueberry wine in her Boston apartment and now produces 70,000 gallons of 30 different types of wine at her winery. She talked about how women in business today are rising above “legislative restrictions and cultural changes,” that have taken place in the past few years, and it was shown (in small scale) by the 10 women trendsetters who were recognized out of 18 altogether at the event, but is also shown on a large scale in what is going on in the corporate world today. That being said, with the extent of my own knowledge I’m realizing things still need to change in the way women are portrayed in this world. Through conversations with friends and reading books and articles on women in business, it just amazes me: the capability of a single woman — of a group of women. The confidence of a woman to be on screen, for example in a sexploitation film, and then to be torn down from the vivacious black-and-white classic portrayal of intimate love, to being degraded. The determination of a woman to create her own successful business or nonprofit organization that raises money for cancer research, like one of the women who received an award at our event. Or the comforting positive energy which comes from a group of women in the same room, at a Saturday night wine and pizza party, or the trust of one woman to another; the simple trust of her watching your cat for the week, or the unspoken bond of two sisters; laughing over something only the both of you understand.
There are so many women in my life that are so strong and amaze me everyday when I sit down and think about it. It is mind-blowing, the effect that women have on the world, and on one another. And I am not even sure I am getting my point across, but the feeling of love and appreciation I have is almost overwhelming. We may be underestimated at times, but knowing what we are capable of is just another step closer to more fulfilling lives as individuals and another step closer to the fight for equality, if not the power of women to be recognized as something more valuable than anything else in the world.