A Woman on the $20 Bill
Now they are saying that it will take until 2030 to get a woman on the $20 bill. I guess there is going to be a long fight over which woman gets to have her picture on the $20 bill, so Green Eagle thought he would get his idea out there early, so momentum could build around this obvious choice: Angelina Jolie:
Of course, as shown, we must put her on the bill sideways, so we can see more of her.
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Note: Just a joke there, guys. Don't anyone beat up on poor old Green Eagle for it.
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Note: Just a joke there, guys. Don't anyone beat up on poor old Green Eagle for it.
Comments
To me, the Jolie proposal was a bad joke.
Speaking of bad jokes, have you heard from either Anonymous or Dikran recently?
And speaking of bad jokes, yes, I hear from Anonymous and Dikran constantly. I said no more, and I meant it. In fact, I got a couple of offensive comments from Dikran about my Angie bill. It was just one more opportunity for him to sling a couple more middle school insults my way. I'm satisfied at this point that I've done everyone here a favor by not bothering with them. I guess I should have enabled comment moderation a long time ago, because it has made for a much more tolerable comment section.
Personally, I'm glad that we're getting Harriet Tubman on the front of the $20. If it were up to me, I would have removed Jackson altogether instead of just moving him to the back.
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For the record, I don't get out to see movies all that often, so I haven't actually seen Jolie onscreen. The last film I watched in a theater was Aelita, which shows how far removed from modern celebrity culture I am.
She is in sense the first post Empire monarch. The country had to search for itself in the years after the war, when rations continued into the 50s.
They had gone from controlling a quarter of the globe to being on the edge of national impoverishment in a generation.
I’m not sure what you might like her to do which is within the bounds of what that position is. When they involve themselves in politics and policy there is an uproar because they are meant to represent something beyond politics. They are a force for compliance. A force for ‘when all else fails this is what we do’. That is the psychological process by which they survived 1940, the privations afterwards and the implosion of global prestige.
Diana was of a woman of good intentions and limited attainments but she was by accident nearly the downfall of that family because she couldn’t just comply and they had nothing else left with which to approach the problem of ‘her’.
They’re not individuals. They’re a machine. They call themselves ‘the Firm’ and they have a defined role.
And whatever their indulges since her era, it is nothing to the debauchery and hypocritical double-standards of the preceding generations. They’d fuck their friends spouses without batting an eye while the ordinary people were admonished for having a drink or a bit of grope behind a factory wall. Edward VII spent a lot of time in a Paris brothel. These people barely had anything to do with their own progeny and crushed any inclination to sensitivity with ruthless coldness.
Liz II is a product of all that and modernity really only starts with her kids, who have been an interesting lot themselves.
Anyway we have to put up with her on our currency, but we have other women as well, including a soprano, the first female parliamentarian, and a socialist writer.
Your notes are not very attractive... can’t you have more colour?
As for the colors of our money, as you know, every God damned thing in this country is a fight with the reactionary assholes, and redesigning the money, even for anti-counterfeiting reasons, is no different.
As for Diana, she was from one of the oldest and most high ranking families in England. She knew perfectly well what deal she was making when she agreed to become Queen, and when it didn't suit her, she made a grotesque public spectacle of herself. Remember that, on the day she died, the wonderful mother Diana was racing around Paris dead drunk, with a cheesy playboy, while Charles, the horrible father was home with the kids.