The U.S. Supreme Court is in the news these days, what with the nomination of Brett Kavanaugh to replace Justice Kennedy, but I’ve been thinking about another justice, Ruth Bader Ginsburg. I saw — and highly recommend — the inspiring documentary RBG. Now 85, Ginsburg has been an advocate of women’s rights. When she attended Harvard Law School, she was one of only nine women in a class of hundreds, and even those nine seats, the dean opined, should have gone to men. The movie highlights cases Ginsburg argued before the Supreme Court in the 1970s, before she was served there herself, in which she had to instruct the all-male Court of the time that discrimination against women did — yes — exist. “I saw myself as a kindergarten teacher in those days,” she says with droll wit.
She was fortunate to have a close, supportive marriage with the late Marty Ginsburg, who apparently wasn’t threatened by her brain. She works extremely hard, stays energized through exercise, loves the opera (“the sound of the human voice like an electric current going through me”). But what lingers for me is Ginsburg’s beautiful presence as an older. I saw no apology in her for aging.
...no apology in her for aging…
Also inspiring: two nurses, 65 and 71, active in Vancouver’s Downtown Eastside, and a caravan of grandmothers heading to the Mexico border. Plus, Longreads has started a series on age and aging. The first essay, “Gone Gray” by Jessica Berger Gross agonizes over to dye or not to dye. Who cares? is my opinion on the matter, please do whatever works best for you. But if you care, Gross offers one of the most amusing and persuasive considerations yet: “Trump’s ridiculous orange dye job made me see the deceptive element in hair color.”