Enid Blyton’s Naked Tennis

I picked up a story in today’s UK ‘Mail on Sunday’, relating to children’s author Enid Blyton. Everyone in the UK will be aware of the books she wrote, including series of them about ‘Noddy‘, the Famous Five and the Secret Seven. 

Many of the tales are related to little gangs of children from privileged backgrounds, all at boarding schools and getting up to all manner of ‘larks’, and in the Secret Seven I suppose there’s almost a blueprint for ‘Scooby Too’, in that many mysteries get solved.

I don’t imagine Blyton will have too much of a reputation beyond the UK, and with the progression of time the attitudes in her books have been branded (rightly so) as both racist and sexist. Some feature a ‘golliwog’ – ‘wog’ being a historical racist term of abuse in the UK.

Examples of ‘golliwogs’

Of course, Blyton didn’t invent the golliwog. Credit(?) for that has to go to Florence Kate Upton, who was writing books 40-50 years prior to Blyton. How much of Blyton’s racism was real, and how much of it was the times she lived in is hard to guess, but what’s clear is that the attitudes don’t belong in the 21st century, as they shouldn’t in the 20th, 19th or prior.

An example might be in Blyton’s book Mister Meddles Muddles, with text such as “Go to the kitchen,” said his aunt, angrily. “You are not fit to be here with us. You need to be taught more manners than the little black children. I am really ashamed of you, Meddle.” or“Now, there’s a very nicely behaved nephew of yours,” everyone said to Aunt Jemima. “You must be proud of him. If only we could have the little black children in far-off countries brought up like Meddle, what a wonderful thing it would be!”

Wow!

What interested me about the story reported today was her attitudes, from the plain awful -indifference towards her children- to the ‘outrageous’ (for the times…an affair with a married man, a lesbian crush) to the forward thinking -naked tennis. Yes, naked tennis.

I know it’s not much of a unique thing these days in the culture of naturism, with many clubs having their own tennis courts or miniten (a cut down version where space is at a premium in naturist grounds) and the internet is certainly awash with pictorial evidence of naked tennis being played, but back in the 1920s/30s such behaviour, particularly beyond the then growing naturist culture and lifestyle, would have been to court outrage.

Anyway, here’s a few photos of a more familiar naked tennis almost a century after Blyton, with our model Abbey even managing to do a bit of it herself in SL.

Ella

It has to be said…

…that I’m not feeling inspired by Second Life lately. Recent surgery, and a naturist season that has never really begun this year, have left me becalmed in terms of both blogging and even logging into SL.

I’ve been struggling with interest in both lately, and I find that there is now beginning to be a fair amount of repetition in the blog.

I’ve made no definitive decision yet -I’ve been here before and sometimes all that’s required is one new purchase/location to reinvigorate me again- but it’s beginning to feel as if the blog has run its course, as though it may be time to stop blogging. While I’ve had these periods before, they’ve never gone on as long as this one before.

I’m taking the time to decide. Nothing has been made certain yet. But unless something turns up soon, and relights my appetite for blogging and SL, it maybe feels like time to call it a day. Seven years, pretty much the same length of time The Beatles functioned in the public eye, seems like a period of time to run something before it gets boring. I’ll keep you informed, but right now, there’s nothing planned to post, and not much enthusiasm to even log in.

 

Ella

I’m only now feeling like I’m getting back into SL after an enforced lay off, and one of the things I spotted was L$1 Bento poses from Wasazu on the Marketplace.

Although they weren’t designed as naturist, a couple of them easily lend themselves to naturist poses, the first being one where a towel/wrap is blowing away…so I’ve photographed it with and without the wrap.

The second one is a perfect ‘wading out of the water after a swim pose’.

Ella

 

I’m back!

I’m back!!! 🙂

Wow…that was, err, frightening, to be honest, to be getting increasingly ill on holiday, arrive back only to go straight to the hospital and be admitted for surgery. Yes, it was scary for a while, not knowing what was going on.

But I’m back and mending wonderfully.

I’ve got my hair up in bunches in these photos to best show off my new tattoo. Yes, it was something I swore I’d never do, but a ‘dice with death’ has somewhat altered my mindset, so as soon as I was well enough, I booked into a tattoo studio and got myself inked with this exact tattoo in real life, although in real life it’s somewhat smaller than on my avatar. I resized it for a tattoo layer for my avatar to make it legible in SL.

It says ‘Every Moment Matters’, and it’s a forever reminder that we never quite know what’s around the corner, health wise, so it’s best to seize the day, every day.

I’m thrilled to say that normal blogging returns next week. It’s good to be back! 🙂

Ella

Dance me to the end of love

I have to say that being in hospital, unexpectedly, and under the surgeon’s knife gives you a different perspective on what you have. Particularly when you’re 41…and assume to be ‘halfway through’ this journey we call life, not at the end.

And you get a wake up call.

I’ve got a trio of young children who need their Mum, and despite something relatively serious by the time our plane landed, I’ve survived that, the surgery and am tonight (Friday) back home.

I’m tired, I’m sore (from surgery) and emotionally drained, I have to say, but to have Jim and the kids around me gladdens my heart this evening (and Jim’s chicken soup…even if only from a can, for dinner, brought tears to my eyes).

I’m OK, I’m fine, and mending. SLN continues. Life continues 🙂

In the end up, I had zero wifi in hospital, so I spent the time writing blog entries and doing more ‘tattoos’ similar to those I’d experimented with earlier this year (all done on Gimp, without having the opportunity to go inworld to test them out).

In hospital, I had also got limited music to entertain me. It didn’t matter, as I was essentially listening to Leonard Cohen on my iPod, all day, every day. Or reading a couple of his lyric anthologies.

So the SL associated time when I was in hospital ended up me making Leonard Cohen related tattoos 🙂

I WON’T be on SL over the weekend. I have children to catch up on. And a loving, wonderful husband. But I’ll be back next week, I think. What I can tell you is that when my surgery scar heals, I’m going to have it tattooed, to remind me how fragile life can be, to remind me how to live every day like it might be my last, and to remind me to give thanks for my wonderful husband and children. That has become my story now, and I don’t want to forget it, despite having previously been anti-tattoo.

My beautiful husband and children danced me through…not the the end of…but the continuing story of….love.

Ella

 

 

 

 

From a hospital bed…

 

Hi everyone.

I hope Jim can post this properly when he gets home. I’ve been able to do a post on my laptop and hopefully all he has to do is press the ‘publish’ button when he gets home, as I’ve no wifi in my hospital room.

I’ll be offline for a few more days I think, but a little bit of surgery was required. Spain was a time of frustrating wifi, and when we did get it back I was beginning to feel unwell. We made it home without an air ambulance or a stay in a Spanish hospital, I’m glad to say, but on landing it was straight around to the local A&E (Emergency Room, for readers elsewhere) and immediate admission for some surgery. I’m on the mend now, but frustrated by the lack of internet and SL in particular.

The doctors don’t do ’rounds’ on a Sunday in the UK, so it’ll be Monday before they see me and assess me for release 🙂

Hope to be back online next week sometime, although sitting is quite uncomfortable where I now have a scar across my tummy, so blogging may be limited.

See you all soon! 🙂

 

Ella