Drama

By ElaineB Last week I assumed that the Bruce who came home, immediately needed a shower and looked so miserable and guilty, must have been doing more than lusting after sweet Melinda. Had my mind not been in the gutter, I would have realized that he was only sweaty, likely reeked of smoke and probably a bit of Melinda’s perfume. And he felt guilty because, gee, he really wanted to do something. This, of course, is only revealed later in the episode, which features another delightful throwback to the ’70s, the scavenger hunt. But Trina’s Puzzlerama also reminds me of […]

By Elaine B There’s one magical thing about oppressive summer heat. When you’re too hot to move and too sweaty to think about anything beyond showers, life slows down and you get introspective. This is an episode featuring plenty of sweat and deep thoughts and deceptions (most of them anyway) revealed. The heat certainly gets to Trina, who pulls out her collection of her old photographs, finds a particularly nice one of Tom and, feeling lonesome, calls him in Tokyo. Unfortunately, he’s not there so Bobbie the stewardess answers his phone. From the background noise, Trina knows that Tom’s room […]

By Elaine B Oddly, what struck me the hardest was the ads that aired during this episode of Swingtown. Great songs of the Sixties (and I know them all). One for a Perry Mason DVD. Perry Mason? What’s next, Viagra and nursing home insurance, local funeral parlors? Sometimes, it’s bad enough reliving the stupidity of my youth without being reminded of how loooong ago that was and how really ugly all that scalp and facial hair was. Better to try to sell us Corvettes and BMWs, the best of Saturday Night Live (with a clip on the Bass-o-Matic) or George […]

By ElaineB Sometime in the ’70s (and it is probably a good thing I can’t remember exactly when), I got invited to my first Tupperware party. The young mom hosting it was, at that time, a lot like Janet – still trapped in expectations reminiscent of her own mother’s. I got as far as her front door. There her husband and mine and few other guys had congregated with a couple of six packs since they had nothing better to do and the house was off limits. I hung out with them for most of the party, then, like Trina, […]

By Elaine B Funny how you post a recipe (or write it on a wall) and women start commenting on it. Possibly, it’s in our genes. Men hunt. Women gather. Men bring home large hunks of meat. Women start up the fire. That didn’t even change after women realized they could “bring home the bacon, and fry it up in a pan and …” well, you know the rest of the line. Women, for the most part, are still the organizers of nearly all social events except their own surprise parties (and a smart hubby will consult his wife’s closest […]