Warning: I’ve said this all before.
I’m too lazy to find the other posts, but I think THIS ONE pretty much says it all really.
It explains my affinity with Burlesque, Boardwalk Empire, The Cotton Club, Satchmo, Art Deco, antique stores, speakeasies, simpler times, alcoholism, organized crime and silk stockings.
And explains why, when I was having a beer with a few friends, at the Burgundy Lion, a few nights ago – And I found myself smack dab in the middle of the Bobby Fischer (Pawn Sacrifice) film set, I felt an ache deep down inside.
Why do I feel like this is what the world is supposed to look like?
I know it’s not. I know that if anything, it should look like untamed wild-lands with naked cave-people swinging rabbits and birds about, it should look like flint carving and clean drinking water, not newsprint, striptease, and moonshine, but the Jazz Age calls to me and feels familiar.
“Yeah but Jen, back then life was hard, people were poor, polio was rampant, the war, the corruption and the blah blah blah…”
YES I know that times were full of all kinds of misery, sexism, racism, poverty, war, etc… I that I would hate so very much but honestly… HONESTLY,
Not only do all these things still exist.,
I hate this world now. There I said it. I don’t like it. Not one bit.
I hate this ravaged, ugly-greedy-technology-obsessed-social-media-managed-synthetic-acrylic-socially-challenged-anti-community-disposable-mass-produced-government-run-stinky-ass-world.
And maybe it’s idealistic and naive of me and maybe it’s weird but I feel like back then, I’d have had the energy to fight for what’s right and good.
I’d have been a feminist openly gay man in a bi-racial relationship with a communist woman who wore slacks. Or something…
Now? Now I feel like there’s just so much garbage going on and so many ignorant, uneducated, inbred people in the world, and they’re breeding like cockroaches, and feeding into supply and demand of gross.
And I hope that, with all the useless crap that we have, and are yet to, come up with; Louis Vuitton knock-offs, talking (Siri where is my soul-mate?) cell phones, wall mounted flat screen HD televisions, and flying cars, and mouth shaped urinals, somebody actually invents a functional time machine.
Because there is this 20-30 year window I’d like to transport to.
A window I’m quite certain would suit me so much more than the one I’m living in now.
A window, a world, and a pair of silk stockings….