Saturday, August 28, 2004
The Spy Within: Everybody's Got a Little 007 In 'Em
Some day I'm going to look in the mirror and see Sidney Bristow staring back at me.
Okay, so that's probably not going to happen, but a girl can hope, right?
There's a tiny piece (or maybe not so tiny) that longs to wear an exotic wig and some tight latex pants while executing the perfect foreign accent. You like, no?
Every time I hear a tune by Prodigy or the Chemical Brothers... it totally makes me want to bust out some krav maga martial arts moves, all while slapping on another layer of foundation.
There's something so powerful about a chick spy. She's sexy, smart, can physically kick some major ass, plus she's got this total alter-ego good girl personality. I guess that's how I feel about myself sometimes: a good girl with a little bit of a power bitch lurking beneath the surface.
The little lipstick cams... the hidden microphones, the secret codes and mocked up passports... I love it all. But as sexy and as hip as chick spies are, the profession's actually been around for a long, long time.
Ladies in espionage were key during America's first ever revolt. Years later two sisters spied for the Confederates during the civil war. Ginnie and Lottie Moon moved from Virginia to Oxford, Ohio, maintaining their loyalty to the South. Lottie was one of the three foremost spies for the Confederacy during the war and even made trips to Lexington to pass on messages to the Confederacy.
One of her biggest missions took her to Washington, D.C., where she passed herself on as a British woman yearning to sit in the warm springs on the other side of the front lines. This little charade led her to ride in President Lincoln's very own carriage, with Honest Abe assuring her safe passage to the other side.
She faked exhaustion during the trip and was able to soak in all of the Union's secrets, with the President and his Secretary of War talking with ease about their mission plans. Lottie was able to pass the covert details on in person to Jefferson Davis, costing the North dearly where their war plans were concerned.
The President and his secretary realized they had been duped and put a price on Lottie's head of 10 thousand dollars.
That part I'm not really enthused about.
Espionage is a dangerous field, but so is firefighting.
And I look way better in thigh highs than I do overalls.
at 6:43:00 PM