In Defense of Ladies of a Certain Age

Apr 17, 2008 by

A certain professor is riding high these days by skimming along on the jet stream left in the wake of a particular local entertainer.

It seems he is missing the point of New Orleans’ love affairs with ladies who could never exist in real life. Women like Chris Owens, Becky Allen, and Varla Jean Merman are not real. They are constructs built from various New Orleans elements we love about ourselves. So we respond. We’re helpless not to.

Chris Owens’ real gift is for entertaining people in a way that empowers them to entertain themselves. Some years back, when I was younger and knew so much more than I do today, I looked down on her as a joke. Then this one time, my older brother and his wife came to town to visit and spontaneously dragged me into her joint on Bourbon Street. Oh, how I tried to maintain my dignity, but I didn’t stand a chance. I didn’t have what it takes to resist her. By the time she pulled my brother onstage with her to sing a duet, I was laughing, clapping, and jiggin’ in my chair.

I realized then all you have to do is just sit back, relax, and let her do her job. She’ll soon have you feeling all good about yourself (like this little guy).

I ask you, what’s wrong with that?


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