According to Wikipedia the James Bond films are the third highest grossing series in history.
I was totally committed to Mr. Bond from the start. I drove a Studebaker Lark in high school. Bond, played in those days by Sean Connery, travelled in grander style. He did everything better than I did, or so I thought.
He indulged in glamor and in silliness. He wanted his martinis shaken, not stirred. In every film there was a “Bond Girl.” Ursula Andress played that role for him. It’s hard to believe she is 79 years old now. Every film put Bond in a tight spot, and he escaped it.
I had no real life heroes in those days. I do now. You good people know who you are.
Noticing who we admire informs us of our ambitions, tastes, hopes, and fears. I am no longer drawn to the sort of adventures typical of secret agents. I now prefer buddhist nuns such as Pema Chödrön and other teachers such as Chögyam Trungpa. I prefer Bill Moyers, Robert Bly, and Neil deGrasse Tyson. Age can do that.
“Shaken, not stirred” is a catchphrase of Ian Fleming’s fictional British Secret Service agent James Bond and describes his preference for the preparation of his martini cocktails. The phrase first appears in the novel Diamonds Are Forever (1956), though Bond himself does not actually say it until Dr. No (1958), where his exact words are “shaken and not stirred”.
A glance at any newspaper reminds us of the troubles in this world. In Turkey they aim water cannons at people who march in support of gays. Doctors and other educated people are fleeing from Greece in droves.
We would benefit from examining our choice of heroes.