"Sayonara, Tokyo Rose."
Once, when I lived in Berkeley, a strange man came up to me and started repeating this line over and over. He said it in a nasty tone, but since I'd become so inured to racial and sexual street harrassment at that point, I kind of laughed it off, puzzled as to whom he meant by "Tokyo Rose." Well, his words would have been more appropriate today.
Once, when I lived in Berkeley, a strange man came up to me and started repeating this line over and over. He said it in a nasty tone, but since I'd become so inured to racial and sexual street harrassment at that point, I kind of laughed it off, puzzled as to whom he meant by "Tokyo Rose." Well, his words would have been more appropriate today.
posted by Claudine Ko at 5:32 PM
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I recently read an article about her and was struck by what a quiet, unassuming life she had lived in her later years, despite being such a historical figure.
(By the way, I always get the losers on the street corners who say, "Hey, I LOVE sushi." What is up with that?)
Wow, I can't believe I only heard this news now. I've been following her story for years... I've even shopped at her store on Clark & Belmont...
Claudine,
It's your old friend Margaret from grad school. I wasn't sure how to contact you since the email address I have for you is so old. I didn't know if you had heard the news about Ellen. Please write me at mjuhae1@yahoo.com.
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