Marilyn Monroe: The Pompadour Power and Angelic Glory of Pink

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Catherine Nichols has found that submitting her manuscript under a male pseudonym brought her more than eight times the number of responses she had received under her own name.

“It’s assumed that women writers will not write anything important – anything truly serious or necessary, revelatory or wise.”

“Our work [is] pruned back until it’s compact enough to fit inside a pink cover.”

Catherine Nichols in an essay published in Harpers, 2015

READ THE ARTICLE ON THE SUBJECT IN The Guardian

via: Pippa Rathborne’s, A Vague Impression of Pink

There are two glass ceilings for female writers and artists, arranged one on top of the other, a crystal palace of prejudice and illusion. There’s the transparent political and economic one, the barrier to equality of status and pay.

The other, under that, or above, I can’t see that far, I don’t understand technical details ’cause I’m a girl, and the light refracts so prettily, I wonder if I should buy that pink hat, is a rose-pink coloured barrier to having your work taken seriously.

This one, the pink one, was smashed in the 19th century by the Brontë sisters and Marian Evans, but they knew they could only break through if their ideas were camouflaged under male names.

They were not worried about commercial failure, or shocking people; they were worried about not being taken seriously.

via: Pippa Rathborne’s, Angel in a Pink Dress under a Pink Glass Ceiling

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Fra Angelico Annunciation 1433-34 Tempera on wood, Museo Diocesano, Cortona.

Once upon a time, the most powerful of angelic messengers wore pink when they brought good news.

Rose-pink is the liturgical colour of rejoicing.

Pink should not need an apology. There are many shades of pink. I’m not going to give it up; it is a misunderstood colour reclaimed by women writers every day. The best things in life are ambivalent.

Irony is pink.

Yes, dear reader, you can be a woman, wear lipstick, high heels and a pink dress, and be a feminist. You might even grow up to be a writer one day.

Pink. It’s a mistake not to take it seriously.

via: Pippa Rathborne’s, Angel in Pink II

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Portrait of Marquise de Pompadour by Boucher, 1759. Oil on canvas, Wallace Collection, London.

 She lived beautifully, and showed the rest of us how to do it, too. She united femininity with power, without concessions to coarseness or snobbery. She was a talented actress who knew how to put on a good show with complete sincerity. That is not a contradiction; good acting is about unpeeling layers to the truth underneath, however you are feeling. No-one has ever achieved and exercised power in quite the way she did, in such elegant style, on such a grand scale, and being nice to everyone along the way.

via: Pippa Rathborne’s, The Power of Pink, Marquise de Pompadour

Self-made power: elegant, gentle, carnal yet intangible, suggestible but not forceful – this is the quintessentially feminine power of influence crafted by the woman herself.

Marilyn Monroe in black and white, photographed by Bert Stern

Marilyn Monroe in black and white, photographed by Bert Stern

Blatant materialism and feminine predatory sexuality find absolution in pure, sweet, shocking pink joy.
Marilyn is the girl whose faults we all forgive.

Pink is the colour of joy.

via: Pippa Rathborne’s, Pink Power

Now, with gratitude to Pippa I will be sure the cover of You Don’t Own Me will be abundantly and joyously pink. And in an effort to finish that novel I am journeying East as you read this post. My Internet connection, I suspect, will be a bit dicey for a while — that’s the reason why on recent posts there have been no comments open — so please take the conversation over to one of my favorite peeps, Ms. Pippa.

Rock on sisters and brothers, and if any of you beguiling readers fancy giving me an introduction to an East Coast literary agent during my sojourn in New England, please leave a comment in an old post, or at About. Yes, Ms. Vickie is finding her queries lost to the ether, and requires a proper introduction.

Thank you, angels, pink and otherwise.

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