Honie Briggs

Seriously!

The first rock concert I ever went to was Billy Squire. What ever happened to Billy Squire? Weeks before the concert, my friend Kim and I greeted each other in the halls at school shouting, Yeah, Everybody Wants You! Thinking back on that for some reason this morning made me laugh. I knew it all and I knew nothing. How nice it is to remember those days and laugh at myself for the unbridled emotion in that time of my life.

Everyone’s life I suppose.

In those days, I was hungry. That fact alone is more responsible for who I am today than anything else. I wanted more. I wanted the promise of America. I wanted to get out onto that even playing field in the land of the free and leave it all on the field. Equal rights. Equal opportunity. I believed it. All of it. I believed it while at the same time seeing commercials extolling the virtues of a woman who keeps a clean house and keeps her hands “touchably soft.” A woman who could eradicate ring around the collar, raise her children, and never let her man forget he’s a man could bring home the bacon, but should look good doing it.

Just in case.

You're Soaking In It!

You’re Soaking In It!

It’s comical now. The statement “Nobody’s gonna tell me what to do. I’m joining the military.” Yes, I said it and I meant it with all my heart. I was a real life rebel without a clue and as Desert Shield became Desert Storm, the storm that would blow into the next two decades, (renamed and repurposed for the sake of sustainability, of course) I found myself doing all of the things I swore no one was going to “make” me do. I became a wife and mother. I became a single mother working right alongside men. Some treated me with respect. Some treated me like crap. That’s the way it was. That’s the way it is.

My formative years were influenced by myths of the happy days of the 1950’s, hippie holdouts from the 60’s, and rebel cries in the 70’s. Blue Suede Shoes and Moody Blues floated above the Copacabana among 99 Red Balloons and came down in a Purple Rain. What is today considered classic rock was then the soundtrack to the unceasing world-wide battle royale for the hearts and minds of every person on the planet.

Coca-Cola’s kumbaya campaign to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony suddenly erupted into cola wars. The 80’s, the decade of big hair, Flash Dance and Top Gun, for me were infused with Archie Bunker and The Dukes of Hazard. Sick, I know, but the mixed messages somehow got sorted out. I dealt with the realities of being a woman in the real world and by the end of the 90’s I was going through the motions like everyone else. Life as we knew it was going to change in ways no one predicted. Except, it seems it should have been very predictable.

Some say women are emotional creatures. Men are more equal to us than they think.

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8 thoughts on “Emotion In Motion

  1. artsifrtsy says:

    I can totally relate to the influences and the times. I didn’t join the army, but I did make a plan to move someplace that took more than a day to drive to – I built myself an independent life built on distance. I wanted to live somewhere where I was Lorri and not Harold’s Oldest, somewhere where I could define my own persona.

  2. Wyrd Smythe says:

    In point of fact, as a very general statement, men are the emotional ones. My theory is that the innate “child protection” wiring gives women a level of pragmatism and practicality most men don’t reach. After all, to us, climbing a mountain, “because it’s there” sounds like a Good Idea to a guy!

  3. you are my sister from another mister

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      Lou Ann, that doesn’t surprise me…for several reasons. 😛

      1. I agree with you and love your passion when you talk about things you believe in–and you have one heck of a sense of humour to boot (something I try to cultivate)

  4. As always, you hit exactly the right note about our times.

    I will put something in strange perspective for you. My first concert as a teen was Santana, Black Magic Woman was popular. I went as an ‘inmate’ of King County Juvenile Justice, one day furlough for good behavior along with 10 other teens. We were loaded into two vans, allowed to wear street clothes. The tickets were donated.

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      Val, that’s an interesting snippet. Oh, Carlos Santana, what a gifted artist! Did you come away from that concert exhilarated? I hope it’s a good memory for you. It makes me think that someone in charge must have cared about the kids in that system. I don’t know why that thought caught me off guard because I’ve come across some very caring individuals in the juvenile justice system. One woman in particular who is a parole officer.
      Totally not the same, but I understand about being allowed to wear street clothes from the first time I put on jeans after basic training. Such a small freedom is oddly a big deal.

      1. That single night of freedom, to see Santana; it was huge. It has made me a fan for 40+ years.

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