„Dirndling“ Rainer Brüderle, FDP
Face to face with a Dirndl
The Dirndl: Famous Bavarian dress for lumberjack-wives-going-to-be. For decades it had been completely out of fashion, but lately the Dirndl celebrated a smashing comeback. Thousands of women on Oktoberfests all over Germany (we have at least two big ones) are voluntarily decorating themselves with skirt, apron, blouse and corsage. It´s a mystery.
A Dirndl is not really comfortable to wear, believe me. If you have what lumberjack-Bavarian-Romeos call “Holz vor der Hütt´n” – “wood in front of the hut” you permanently have to fight with the corsage to avoid unexpected panoramic views of the “Alps”. So if you really “fill it” you cannot fill it decently. In a “well-filled” Dirndl you would be arrested immediately in the US, no doubt. Sometimes a Dirndl looks good. Sometimes beer helps. Either way: “Dirndl” also is a Bavarian expression for a young girl.
So what about Mr. Brüderle?
He sat at a bar in a hotel. It was late at night and he had a drink (or two, or three) after a long and exhausting day of speeches and meetings with other “grey-suit-men” like himself. And there she was: A female journalist, a blooming young “Dirndl”. “Alps” right at hand, not only literally spoken. Yummy! So the elderly tomcat stretched his shoulders, kissed the young woman´s hand and purred he´d like her to accept his “Tanzkarte” – dancing card. Risky. Most young women don´t even know anymore what a “Tanzkarte” is (go and ask motherly advice if you don’t). But this clever one knew and she also knew how to read it. And when …
One year later the “Alps” thundered down on poor Mr. Brüderle. The avalanche hit him totally out of the blue: Sexism!
Freedom for the “Alps”, girls!
Yes, there is sexism in our daily female life. Everyday. Everywhere. It would take too long to pile it all up right here now. And yes! – from time to time we need a fresh debate on it! But this one is a bit hypocritical. Elections in autumn, Mr. Brüderle´s party, the FDP, skidooing downhill in all polls and the 68years old being known for phrases like: „Wer nichts trinkt, ist mir verdächtig“ – “I don’t trust peolpe who don´t drink.” Hm… Clever? Decent? A role-model-politician? You do the math.
Personally, I don´t really feel for him. Call it personal revenge. I once had a student´s job as a waitress at an Oktoberfest. I lost two fingernails adjusting my breasts in that Dirndl corsage all day and won “Hoorays!” every time the “Alps” popped up. Body and brain… what a fight.
But meanwhile I´m a relaxed woman and generous too. So if dirty old tomcat Mr. Brüderle gets buried under this avalanche, I´ll even send him a Bernardino-dog with a little barrel of rum. ´Think he´ll appreciate that…