The South’s jugtowns – centers churning out artistic and functional pottery for decades in the early 20th century – are no longer. Their wares aren’t hitting the shelves at Wal-Mart. There’s not an app where you can swipe right on your fave jugs. There’s no Bruce Springsteen song, “Born in a Jugtown, USA.” You won’t catch Sam Hunt crooning over your radio about what happens “When You Break Up In A Jugtown.”
If you were invited to see some newfangled technology and instead saw a train approaching you at full speed, would you wait to make sure it was just a movie – a concept you were heretofore unfamiliar with? Or would you bail first and ask questions later?
Just being looked at wasn’t really Lamarr’s greatest goal. She once said, “Any girl can be glamorous. All you have to do is stand still and look stupid.” In lieu of standing still and looking stupid, Lamarr decided to try something a little different.
Do you know who actually had real polio and whose Complaint Department was always closed? Magdalena Carmen Frieda Kahlo y Calderón.