#adam's rib

[beechalk]

this sucks so bad i need to [remembers suicide jokes only worsen my mental health] get 40 pounds of ribs shipped from Chicago to Uijeongbu

[zoirohs]

Katharine Hepburn in Adam's Rib (1949) dir. George Cukor

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[oatflatwhite]

super graphic ultra modern hawkeye

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Swedish poster for the Cecil B. de Mille film While New York Sleeps, 1923. The screenplay was by Jeanie MacPherson, who wrote many films from 1908 to 1946. She was also a pilot, a suffragist, and one of only 3 women (out of 36) who helped found the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences.

I've been unable to find any information about this film, but it's possible that this was the Swedish name for Adam's Rib, a 1923 movie by de Mille and MacPherson that was set in New York.

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[honeysound]

The Origin of Birds - Nicole Callihan // Eve - Savana Ogburn // Adam's Ribs - Jensen McRae // Creation of Eve - Lorenzo Maitani // Briar Rose - Debora Greger

[frogeye-pierce]

JUDY HOLLIDAY & JEAN HAGEN in ADAM'S RIB (1949)

[nine-frames]

"Let's all be manly!"

Adam's Rib, 1949.

Dir. George Cukor | Writ. Ruth Gordon & Garson Kanin | DOP George J. Folsey

[thepopculturearchivist]

MOTION PICTURE NEWS, February 3, 1923

[chineseshoestore]

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[kassyytine]

[walkthevalley]

What are you made of?

"And the rib, which the LORD God had taken from man, made he a woman, and brought her unto the man. And Adam said, This is now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh: she shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of Man." Genesis 2:22-23

The Good Book says that Eve was made from a rib from Adam's side.

I wonder why.

The rib isn't integral to the central structure of the man's body because the axial skeleton can operate just fine without appendages. The rib doesn't perform a specific organic function like the lungs or the liver or the kidneys, nor does it operate as a command center like the brain and its many parts and pathways.

Then it hit me: no woman is the same. We're all made differently. We're all individuals. And every man isn't missing his rib. Here's why I say that.

Some women are made from their man's rib.

She is always at his side. She protects him, she guards his heart, she takes the hits for him sometimes. She supports him and helps him stand tall. She is under his arm to be held close and loved well.

Some women are made from their man's head.

She is a little more fragile, so she needs to be protected more carefully. But she is witness to the workings of his mind and intimately involved in the conception of his thoughts. She holds his dreams while he sleeps.

Some women are made from their man's hand.

She is agile, versatile, adept, able, and sensitive. She makes beauty out of chaos, she makes delicious out of bland, she makes good out of bad. She is responsible for everything he does. He owes all he accomplishes to her.

There are many, many parts of man out of which to make the perfect woman for him, and once he finds her, once he finds the missing piece of himself, he is never the same.

From this I have concluded that I must be made out of some dude's tailbone because no man wants this pain in the ass.

[haveyouseenthisromcom]

[nelson-riddle-me-this]

"Now, look, all I'm trying to say is that there are lots of things that a man can do and in society's eyes it's all hunky-dory. A woman does the same thing--the same, mind you--and she's an outcast."