So basically, your biggest issue is the times and circumstances of the culture into which they were born?

Yip.

The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe was published in 1950. It's not like it's from 1850.

Relevance?

Clive Staples Lewis, Jack to his friends, was born in Belfast on 29 November 1898. A solicitor's son, educated mostly in England, he won a classical scholarship to Oxford University in 1916.

I got a note from Jeff Mejia's sister Jodi. He is getting some super-duper kidney treatment they hope will get his kidney to function properly. They are in wait and see mode. He doesn't have internet access, but the hospital has a mail interface where he can get messages. [link]

My mother and step-father are expected shortly so showering is the plan now.

The Inklings, and their co-horts, were the last vestiges of Victorian/Edwardian writers. They reveled in their non-modernity and rejected the new stuff (JRRT was notorious in his dislike of television, and even though he had a car while his kids were still living at home, he got rid of it during WWII or right after, and never bought another).

Relevance?

Oh, I just mean that Betsy's beer-drinking, pipe-smoking women are around in 1950, so if the Inklings are not hanging out with female authors as peers, they're doing it on purpose.

Edit: There, see? Like Kathy said.

I don't actually have any position to take in this discussion.

You know, if my mother had named me "Clive Staples," I might not have had the most enlightened attitudes towards women either.

Clive Owen doesn't seem to have a problem. I mean, we don't know that his middle name is Staples, but it could be, like, Hitler or Hassenpfeffer or Oogedy-Boogedy. Nonetheless, he neither smokes a pipenor rails against modernity.

His middle name is, obviously, "Robin's Lover".

If you get my share of C.S. Lewis, does this mean I get your share of Noel Coward?

I think Clive Owen should smoke a pipe. Mrowr.

(And for "smoke a pipe," insert...well, just about anything.)