As a younger vorpal, I loved the Diana Rigg Avengers episodes with the witty banter, cinematic weirdness and nefarious but not quite villainous antagonist plots. And what her tight-fitting costumes did for adolescent imaginings...
Then a couple years back, I started binging the series from the beginning on a streaming throwback channel. I now much prefer the early Honor Blackman Cathy Gale who was equal to and/or better than John Steed and with her sharp tongue and no-nonsense attitude wasn't treated as condescendingly as Mrs. Peel.
My parents let me watch "The Avengers" on US TV when it started airing in 1965. I was eight. Maybe time and changes in society have diluted how amazing it was for young girls to see smart, talkative, physical, working, powerful women have an equal footing with a male partner out in the world. It was a revelation -- my mother worked during WWII preparing punch cards, so I had a great role model, but one often doesn't want to be one's mother. But I did want to be Mrs. Peel. I wanted to stand up to anyone, to not be physically or intellectually intimidated, to be kind but to also do what was best for me. I still do. And I still want to stop anyone who wants to limit women.
Speaking of the Avengers... Ahem. Cough Cough.
I love episode 20 from Season 4. I just watched it again and it may just be me, but it seemed quite apropos.
As a younger vorpal, I loved the Diana Rigg Avengers episodes with the witty banter, cinematic weirdness and nefarious but not quite villainous antagonist plots. And what her tight-fitting costumes did for adolescent imaginings...
Then a couple years back, I started binging the series from the beginning on a streaming throwback channel. I now much prefer the early Honor Blackman Cathy Gale who was equal to and/or better than John Steed and with her sharp tongue and no-nonsense attitude wasn't treated as condescendingly as Mrs. Peel.
I watched “the Avengers” for Diana Rigg and “The Prisoner” for the giant balls.
Love the Avengers!!
My parents let me watch "The Avengers" on US TV when it started airing in 1965. I was eight. Maybe time and changes in society have diluted how amazing it was for young girls to see smart, talkative, physical, working, powerful women have an equal footing with a male partner out in the world. It was a revelation -- my mother worked during WWII preparing punch cards, so I had a great role model, but one often doesn't want to be one's mother. But I did want to be Mrs. Peel. I wanted to stand up to anyone, to not be physically or intellectually intimidated, to be kind but to also do what was best for me. I still do. And I still want to stop anyone who wants to limit women.
I was literally just thinking about Emma Peel and how great she was yesterday morning as I pulled on my boots.