And why would one travel then and there?
To celebrate the day Eliza Doolittle demands Henry Higgins’ head.
Web searching (web-searching? wearching?) ‘Eliza Doolittle Day’ reveals May 20 as ‘a day to celebrate the mastery of one’s own language’. This seems off to me. Eliza certainly mastered Cockney English, but that wasn’t a feat to be celebrated. Then she mastered the King’s English, but can we say that was her language?
One day I’ll be famous, I’ll be proper and prim,
Gone to St. James so often I will call it St. Jim.
One evening the King will say, “Oh, Liza, old thing,*
I want all of England your praises to sing.
Next week on the twentieth of May, da-da-da-da-da-da-DA,
I proclaim Eliza Doolittle Day!All the people will celebrate the glory of you,
And whatever you wish or want I gladly shall do.”
“Thanks a lot, King,” says I in a manner well-bred,
“But all I want is ‘enry ‘iggins ‘ead!” dum-da-dum
So, maybe today celebrates the mastery of one’s own language; maybe it celebrates victory over a nemesis; maybe it celebrates earning royal praise, or maybe it celebrates being who you are, accepted for who you are, despite surrounding critics.
Any way you slice it, today is a day to celebrate.
What does one do to celebrate? I vote we all tell someone around us to “MOVE YOUR BLOOMIN’ ASS!” Maybe that’s just me.
Happy May 20th!