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[iverglas]

179. and here's a collector's item!

Ah, the memories are just flooding back.



1970 ... the year that women at my university and universities across Canada -- me being one of them -- put an end to that crap once and for all. No more Miss Canadian University after that.

The students of Simon Fraser University in Vancouver elected a terrific feminist as their Miss. So did York University in Toronto. Janelle and Judy. They bided their time, waited for the right moment, and then denounced the thing from their places on the stage and walked out. The crowd of us who had packed the auditorium did our stuff - I think we must have sung something stirring - and marched together out of the room. Oddly, the scheduled broadcast of the taped proceedings, which had aired every previous year, was never seen. Miss Canadian University was a dead duck.

We'd had to operate by stealth to get in, past the Business school boys running the show and on the alert for hysterical pearl-clutching humourless jealous wimmins -- no braless barefoot big-assed bushy-haired babes we (and our male comrades). No, I was in my shortest minidress and highest heels, legs up to there neatly pantyhosed, with my fabulous honey-gold hair brushed to a shine and flowing poker-straight to my narrow waist. We were glorious examples of womanhood that night, we were. Looks, personality, politics, the whole package every progressive man dreams of.

Maybe Mollie here will do us proud and do the same.