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When one gets to a certain age, you start watching your childhood heroes die. One by one. The passing of Diana Rigg hurts more than most. At a time a little girl was expected to be a housewife, a nurse or secretary, Emma Peel came onto the scene of The Avengers, filling the roll Honor Blackman held before her as John Steed’s partner, his equal.
She gave little girls a role model that wasn’t the stereotypical female of the 1960s. She drove fast sports cars, could take care of herself, was talented, smart, a British agent…savvy, beautiful and able to fight like a man. She made a young girl realize there was an independence out there…
if only you have her daring.
And did I mention she wore leather jumpsuits? WOW. Her saucy, slightly arrogant attitude saw her through many a situation. I loved her dearly. I wanted to be her. So, this one hurts.
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