A (rather large) break from blogging about the 21st Century …
I’m researching first ladies this week at work. If I were going to, you know, travel back in time somehow and be friends with any of them, Dolley Madison is totally my first pick. She was the Lindsay Lohan of the early 1800s. She was known for her wild social life, and nothing – not even a little thing like the British burning down the White House – could stop her – she just moved her weekly parties to a temporary location while the place was rebuilt. Dolley also really liked orphans, but not really because she really liked orphans; mostly because orphans were a hottt cause, and promoting orphanages allowed her see and be seen.
Lucy Hayes, on the other hand? NO FUN at all. She and ol’ Rutherford banned alcohol from ALL White House events, and the only time they broke this rule was for the Grand Dukes of Russia. Apparently people still liked her quite a bit, though. She was nice. She’s kind of like that friend that you really like, but you just never hang out with because, you know, you can’t go to a bar, and what are you going to do together on a Friday night? Get coffee?
People thought Marcia Washington was stuck-up. Frances Cleveland was jailbait – she was just 21 when she married Grover Cleveland AND he was already president at the time (talk about a golddiger…). Florence Kling Harding refused to wear a wedding ring and insisted she be addressed by her maiden and married names. And Lady Bird Johnson, who was all about flowers and beautification, seems kinda like a dip (“Ugliness is so grim,” she said. “A little beauty … can help create harmony”).