Another thing that frustrated me about this past week of no computer was that I had work locked up in it, in a barely-begun stage. Thankfully, I was able to get going on it during the weekend here. That was some badly needed free time, to figure out how to mask out the background on the basic pictures (ChromaKey green wouldn’t work in every case) and assemble the final photo. Even after getting everyone in position, it didn’t come together until I decided to replace the background with posters. I’m not too displeased with the final result, though. Donald Trump likes pretty women; well, here’s seven of them, about as sexy as he could desire, and each one is strongly tempted to stick a dagger in his ribs and kick him in the teeth.
All seven are me. These are all of the primary characters I write my stories for: Ariel, Jo, Sharra, Latifah, Keiko, Maren and Dannta. All seven are women, and assuredly multiethnic (Ariel is a cyborg from the 48th century, and Dannta is an alien residing in our world and time)1. All seven are professionals: entertainer, physician, foundation chairwoman, teacher, businesswoman, lawyer and executive director. And, to be brutally frank, all seven are pissed at the direction current affairs in the United States are taking. This photo shows their obvious solidarity with the goals of the Women’s March; but they also protest against the assaults on immigrants and minorities and a more science-based environmental policy; against the attempted forcing of governmental affairs toward a more big-business-friendly, laissez-faire model; against the coming assaults on education, arts and the humanities — in short, against about anything the current administration and its ultra-conservative supporters in Congress plan to do over the next two to four years.
(Yes, this blog is getting political, possibly edging toward strident. But, babes, men and women, it’s not as strident as it could get. You oughta see my husband’s Facebook shares; he’s so much looser than I am, this photo is pale by comparison. He feels betrayed by his party; he’s a fiscal conservative, but liberal on social issues, and the rise of the Tea Party and Trumpites has left him disgusted beyond bounds. This will probably be the last thing in the blog for some time, unless I get too aggravated again — entirely possible, considering the actions of the current administration — but there will almost surely be more until we can be shut of this man and all his works.)
UPDATED: See also Strawberry Singh’s article.
1 I wish I’d had a Hispanic and an Arab or Muslim character now, but I’ve never developed those before. My next story will need to address that. (Anyway, I’d have needed to shrink the individual women down to fit nine women in this shot; not to mention the even longer post work.)