Iron Jawed Angels

Growing up with sorta-hippie parents, we kids had two car-trip soundtracks: old Prairie Home Companion episodes and the music and poems from the Marlo Thomas feminism-fest Free to Be . . . You and Me. The latter was all very “Screw June Cleaver, be Wonkette!” I ate it up, believing that everyone thought women should be judged by the content of their character and were perfectly able to lead the body politic. Flash forward a dozen-odd years, and pundits are debating Hillary Clinton’s tears and Sarah Palin’s fitness as a mother. (Her fitness for office we’ll decide on Tuesday.) Suddenly I’m not so convinced feminism has gotten anywhere, even nine decades after the suffragettes in their big crazy hats fought to get the Constitution amended to recognize us vagina-bearers as democratic equals. Their story is dramatized in the 2004 HBO film Iron Jawed Angels, with stars including Hilary Swank, Anjelica Huston, and Frances O’Connor. A boozy roundtable on feminism, plus a reception and no-host bar, will follow. Sorry, dudes—this club is no-boys-allowed. And ladies, wear your best big crazy hat. Big Picture, 2505 First Ave., 256-0572, $15 donation. 21 and over. 1 p.m. LAURA ONSTOT

Sat., Nov. 1, 1 p.m., 2008

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