Thursday, December 16, 2010
Devil or Devi? New Orleans.
New Orleans is home to supported housewives picking children up after after school activities and of single mothers raising children alone on a skimpy income that barely affords daycare. Family is everything in New Orleans, no matter how narrowly or widely defined. In a city where everyone calls everyone else "baby" there is a sibling bond that defies definition trading in common, toss-away parlance.
It is better to be a woman than a man, all evidence and testimony to the contrary. It's been said that women are the niggers of the world but in a chocolate city, sweets come in all colors and flavors. Creed, class, and orientation count for naught in the nougat. Well, class counts for something more than caste. In New Orleans, if you can carry your convictions with ample bearing you will win the day no matter your sex or your starting point. Money never stinks. Attitude sometimes does. Success is the sweetest smell of all. If you can make it in New Orleans, you should be able to make it anywhere, even in Manhattan.
In New Orleans, women are king.
New Orleans is a world-class city, irreplaceable. It is a cut above any haberdasher or tailor could conceive; too many measurements by half. The globe will still spin without brass bands. Macroeconomic rules will be in play if no one joins a local, second line parade. New Orleans would collapse without its female citizens. New Orleans would be poorer without the labor and delivery its female citizens bring to bear on the city's fabric and pulse every hour of every day.
Gentlemen, considered yourselves warned. Walk softly where angels have trod before you along every sidewalk, in every aisle, and around every public space. If you feel safe in New Orleans, it is because of the will of its women.