In the indispensible noir and neo-noir film genres, the classic femme fatale stops at almost nothing to shake the traditional and most unbearable characterization by those two-bit losers who would try to possess and control her. A recurring theme of film noir is men's treatment of women as though they indeed were mere possessions or an amusing little pet to be left at home. In one of the earlier noirs, I Wake Up Screaming (1941), one scene features three men in a bar. Each of the men are complaining of one particular woman, the femme fatale, who will not succumb to their individual attempts to seduce and therefore own the femme fatale. One man declares, "Women are all alike," to which another responds, "Well, you've got to have them around - they're standard equipment."
Record temps across most of the country seems to have brought the cluebats – both right and left – out of hiding. Like roaches scurrying hither and yon who are flushed from underneath the floorboards by applying liberal doses of smoke, the clueless have emerged this week into the light of day, coughing and hacking up their bilious rants and stumbling into one faux pas after another.