The Original Feminist Miss Prissy

It’s 11.30am and I still haven’t had a shower and let me tell you, I need to rectify that situation asap! 🙂 And it’s not because I slept in, or because I couldn’t be bothered, it is because of Youtube! Yep – that video sharing website is the reason why I smell so badly! I was actually up early this morning, had breakfast, and was putting on a loud of washing when I heard the most bizarre sound. The noise was like clucking… but I live in the city. Who has hens in the city? How bizarre!

So I snooped around my back fence and peeked through a few cracks in the wood. I could not see any fenced off areas or chook pens in my neighbours yards. How damn weird! I swear I heard clucking. So I went back inside and type the word ‘clucking’ into Google. There were several definitions, a wikipedia article and some Youtube videos – great. But what I thought would be videos showing outdoor animals was instead cartoon characters. Talk about getting side tracked 🙂


Miss Prissy – looking at the clips picture and tag line I suddenly remembered being a young girl, sitting on the lounge room floor with my brothers and sister watching Looney Tune cartoons. Do you remember those shows? I think they were also called Merrie Melodies? Every Saturday morning we would wake up, make a bowl of Weetbix and fight over prime position in front of the t.v. Then the opening credits would start and we would shake our tooshies in rhythm to the quirky tune. The great thing about the show was the episodes were made up of different characters. In one morning you could watch Bugs Bunny tormenting Elmer Fudd, Sylvester the cat trying to eat Tweety Bird or the Wile E Coyote trying to catch the Road Runner. If you were lucky you might also see episodes that starred Marvin The Martian, Porky Pig, my favourite Pepe Le Pew or the delightful Miss Prissy.

Miss Prissy was a secondary character, an enchanting member of the Looney Tunes family written into the fold to keep us entertained. For those of you who don’t remember her, Miss Prissy was an old spinster hen. She was thinner than the other hens in the chicken coop, who frequently wore a blue bonnet and wire-rimmed glasses. She was often made fun of by the other hens, who described her as “old square britches”. When not laying eggs, the adorable old maid would read books such as “Live Alone and Hate It” and spruce herself up in front of the mirror. But it was her real passion we all came to love, and that was her ambition to find a husband.


The quirky spinster would roam the yard looking for a man, but not just any man, no Miss Prissy had her eyes set on Foghorn Leghorn. There was something about that ranting rooster that just fluffed this girls feathers 😉 When she couldn’t win him over with her quirky british accent she would resort to all kinds of antics to catch him. Miss Prissy was a feminist farm friend, one of the original equal opportunists who believed what was good enough for one, was good enough for all 🙂 So when she couldn’t win Foghorn by kindness and tenacity, a simple rolling pin would do!

Foghorn knew she was looking for a husband and frequently told her “you’re going about it all wrong.” He would give her lots of useful advice, some of it highly entertaining, most of which would later come back to bite him. My brothers and I would be rolling around on the lounge room floor laughing our heads off. Even our parents would join us and watch the entertaining antics. Being a young girl, most of Foghorns comments would go straight over my head, phrases such as “Nice girl but about as sharp as a sack of wet marsh.” But I would laugh along with my family anyway 🙂


Despite all his huff and puff, Loghorn had a soft spot for the old girl; putting an egg in her nest so the other hens wouldn’t make fun of her and saving her life when she fell off the roof of the barn. Loghorn may have fooled us with his bachelor status, but Miss Prissy kept him on his toes and he loved her for it 😉 She may have been a fertility challenged, stubborn hen but we all loved her tenacity, spirit and her determination to go after what she wanted. At such a young age, Miss Prissy taught me that no matter your age, your looks or your body shape, you have just as much right to go after what you want as anyone else. Miss Prissy… teaching young girls that they can have their roosters, and eat them too 😉

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