Fear of a Red Hat
Be afraid...Be very afraid.
It's like the KKK, but with stoopid red hats instead of white hoods. I think. I dunno, I saw some of these weirdos at the Greek restaurant a couple of months ago. We took a flick with the cameraphone, but it came out mad fuzzy, just a lot of red and purple and white/beige/pinktoe. So, while totally searching for something else online, I randomly by sheer happenstance ended up on the "official" website for these skeezers... Here's a quote, for the unitiated
"'The Red Hat Society began as a result of a few women deciding to greet middle age with verve, humor and elan. We believe silliness is the comedy relief of life, and since we are all in it together, we might as well join red-gloved hands and go for the gusto together. Underneath the frivolity, we share a bond of affection, forged by common life experiences and a genuine enthusiasm for wherever life takes us next.' - Sue Ellen Cooper, Queen Mother"
Okay that sounds like a bunch of fuddy-duddy slash bourgiousee bullshit. I was middle age when I was 9, since it didn't seem like I'd make it to 18, and I certainly didn't greet that shit with verve or elan. Humour, maybe. So, whatevs, in case you have a morbid curiousity, or a lot of time on your hands, or you've seen strange women wearing big furry/feathery red hats with non-matching purple/violet/amethyst getups and must know more on a need-to-know basis, go here. Or don't. It don't make me none, regardless.