“When I’m stuck with a day that’s grey and lonely, I just stick out my chin and grin and say — the sun’ll come out tomorrow. So ya gotta hang on til tomorrow,” sings Little Orphan Annie.
Grey days have befallen the United States with the death of Ruth Bader Ginsburg. What an icon. What a fighter. What a heroine.
(I sound like Moira Rose with the “befallen.”)
I recently read that RBG celebrated her childhood birthday parties by bringing ice cream and cake to a Jewish orphanage in Brooklyn.
She was such a giver since she was a child. She’s said that her mother was a huge inspiration, teaching her to fight the good fight.
No matter the upbringing, it’s up to us to choose our paths. Whatever mark we make on the world, the most important thing to do is exercise our right to VOTE. For the love of goddesses and Ginsburgs. We need to persist like RBG persisted.
Persist like the Little Orphan Annie persisted.
Lately, I’ve been showing my daughter clips of the songs from the 1982 flick “Annie.” It’s been decades since I’ve watched it. I adored that movie as a kid, I probably watched it hundreds of times, VHS-style. (Hush little Gen Zs, don’t say a word.) When we got to “Dumb Dog,” I started blubbering like a gushing gasket.
Annie always helped the underdog. And the actual dog. When this iconic vagabond child — dressed in tight red curls and dirt for blush — rescues the grungy street dog that the local boys were teasing, she takes the dirty pup back to the orphanage to show him off to her fellow sisters experiencing homelessness (take that, PC). (After bashing a couple boys’ faces in, that is.) The orphanage clan croons “Dumb Dog,” deciding what to name the mutt.
“‘Specially when you’re all alone in the night and you’re small and terribly frightened, Sandy, Sandy will always be there.”
Hesus Christo. Emotions.
I explained to the kid why I was crying and then she started crying.
I wanted to grab all those little parent-less girls and hug them. I wanted to tell them that everything is going to be OK. Sure, they were actors in a fictional tale born from a poem more than 100 years old, but I didn’t want them to be terribly frightened anymore. I want to be like RBG and visit the lonely children to bring more light into their lives.
But despite Annie’s harrowing youth, she was always a shining burst of light trying to survive a corrupt world during the Great Depression.
And despite Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s obstacles of testicles, she was always an array of beautifully inclusive colors, trying to survive a corrupt world during the Great COVID Recession.
RBG methodically took steps to slap down barriers to women’s rights. Did you know that she was one of nine women in a class of 500 men at Harvard Law? She didn’t give a shit, she kept kicking ass and swiping left no matter how many hurdles she had to scale.
And, like Annie, she always had time for the underdogs.
Rest in peace, RBG.
Keep on singing, Annie.
And people, keep on voting.
(Also be nice to each other, goddammit, because we’re never fully dressed without a smile.)