These 1950âs dinner parties were womenâs labor. Usually without acknowledgement of the extraordinary work involved. Nothing is stopping people from choosing to put in the work to do them if they wanted to. But what they want is women to do it and they just show up.
My parents belonged to a "Supper Club" for 50 years. Every month it was at one of the members home, they had dinner and drinks, and played bridge. My memory of it was from the back bedroom, even with the black and white TV on, I could hear raucous laughter and hilarity. I could not wait to grow up and do this, too. It never happened. And, yes, they all looked this fabulous.