The Laughing Flapper

A vintage girl stuck in the 21st Century

Oh How I Wish I Had a Time Machine

Time machines have been the subject of many books and films over the years, and unfortunately no one has been able to prove in real life that time travel actually does exist, or is even remotely possible.  That’s a shame, isn’t it?

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Let’s just ignore lack of evidence for a moment and say that it were possible to travel backward or forward in time, where would you go?  What would you do?  Who would you want to meet on your journey?  Would you ever come back to the present?

If I had access to a time machine, I would definitely go back to the 1920s at the beginning of the decade.  I’ve always felt that I was thrown into the late 20th century by accident, and I don’t fit in with the young 21st century at all.  The attitude and style of the 1920s fits who I am.  I admit, though, that at 34 29 I am a bit older than the typical flapper was back then, but who cares?  I’d still love to be in New York City rubbing elbows with F. Scott Fitzgerald.

English: Cover of a 1922 edition of F. Scott F...

My time machine would be used only for my amusement; I’m not ambitious enough to save the world from this, that, and what have you unless, of course, God takes that much-needed day off and lets me take over for a while.  I might change my mind if I got chance to be Angie Almighty.

I’d come back to the 21st century for a visit every now and again, but I’d spend most of my time back in the 1920s.  I wouldn’t mind that I’d be without many of the modern conveniences, such as television, the internet, cell phones, and modern air-conditioning.  If I really needed any of those things at any time, I’d just hop into my time machine and come back here to use them.  And, naturally, if I became seriously ill, I’d take modern medicine over medicine in the 1920s.

Please let me know what you think about this topic.  If you had the opportunity to go back in time, is there anyone or anything you would change?  Or would you be more like me, going back just because it’d be really cool to live in an era you admire?

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The Only Difference Between a Derelict and a Man Is a Job

Have you ever seen the 1936 film My Man Godfrey, starring William Powell as Godfrey and his real life ex-wife Carole Lombard as Irene Bullock?  If not, I suggest that you find it and watch it.  It’s a glorious film.

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"Forgotten Man" Godfrey (Powell) and spoiled rich girl Irene (Lombard) in My Man Godfrey (1936)

One of the best lines in the flick occurs when Godfrey gives his old chum Tommy a tour of the city dump he lived in before Irene took him under her wing and gave him the job as the Bullock family’s butler.  While Godfrey and Tommy sat among the piles of rubbish, Godfrey said, “The only difference between a derelict and a man is a job.”

There is a lot of wisdom in those twelve little words.  Think about it.  To this day some of us see a person living on the streets in tattered clothes and automatically assume they’re a bum, someone who is less than a respectable human being.  But if we take that “bum” off the streets, clean him up and give him a job, suddenly he is a real man with opinions that matter.

My Man Godfrey was a charming screwball comedy, but it was also able to expose the differences between the lowest class of people and the highest class.  It also showed that a homeless person isn’t necessarily an uneducated bum, and a rich person isn’t necessarily unfeeling and heartless.

There has always been a class war in the US.  Admit it.  Someone somewhere decided that it was a good idea to pit the impoverished and the wealthy against each other, and it worked.  There is a certain animosity on both sides.  And the only real difference between the rich and poor is money.  That’s it.  Other than that, they are exactly the same.  Both classes are human; both classes have thoughts and emotions, and both classes are born and eventually die.

Laughter Is Indeed the Best Medicine

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Laughing Cat. Image via Wikipedia

There is a lot of depression in this world, isn’t there?  What with the way the economy is, endless wars going on around us, corruption in business and government, and a general civil unrest, it seems that there isn’t a lot to smile about, let alone laugh about.  All the bad in the world brings us down, makes us sad.

Not only does hearing bad news and seeing bad things hurt us emotionally, it can hurt us physically as well.  When you’re stressed, it can wreak havoc on your immune system and make your body prone to serious illnesses.  Stress and depression is bad enough, but can you imagine the time you’ll have if it made you physically ill?  That would make you even more depressed than you already are.

We live in a society that is dependent on pills and other treatments for depression and stress.  The internet, television, and newspapers are full of ads for things that will fix you.  The pharmaceutical companies make a killing off people who suffer from depression.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not knocking antidepressants and other psychiatric medication.  I think that they work well when prescribed to the right person.  There are people with legitimate mental illnesses who benefit from these drugs every day. The problem I have is that doctors often use them as a first resort, writing people scripts when other alternatives might be the best choice.  For instance, prescribing Zoloft to a person who is upset that they’ve lost their job and is having a hard time finding a new one isn’t going to help.  Zoloft corrects a chemical imbalance, so it’s not going to fix a pile of bills that continues to grow because there is no money to pay them.

Sometimes laughter is the best medicine for people who are feeling down for whatever reason.  Have you ever watched a sitcom or comedy film that makes you laugh, and makes you, at least temporarily, forget your troubles?  It works like a charm, doesn’t it?  It won’t pay your bills or keep a roof over your head, but it naturally helps you temporarily forget that life is hard.  Heck, watching a film that is full of hope and comedy might even inspire you to get out and do something about the situation you are in.

Now I am in no way a medical or mental health expert, I’m just a regular gal who likes to think and come up with solutions to things.  I believe that after a doctor rules out a real mental illness out, a person should be given alternatives that can boost one’s optimism and self-confidence.  Those alternatives don’t always have to include a “happy pill” that often has some pretty wicked side effects.  The solution could be as easy as finding something, anything, to laugh about.

Let me know what your thoughts are.  Do you think that something other than prescriptions for mood enhancing medications should be out there and available to people who want help?

If You Don’t Vote, Then You Don’t Have the Right To Complain

English: Ballot Box showing preferential voting

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Voting is one of the things we Americans take rather seriously most of the time, especially when it comes to national elections, such as the upcoming Presidential election in 2012.   When this nation was in its infancy, the right to vote was only given to property-owning white men.  Eventually we eliminated the property requirements, then black men got the vote, and then nearly 150 years after the United States of America declared its independence from Great Britain, women finally had a say when it came to elections.

When you go out to vote, do you feel a sense of pride?  Are you one of those folks who say, “If you don’t vote, you don’t have a right to complain about what happens in this country…”?  Do you really feel that your voice is being heard by the powers-that-be in Washington every time you go to your polling place?

Many people in the United States agree that the current government is not working for us.  Both houses of Congress are working against us by even considering, let alone passing, horrible legislation like NDAA and SOPA.  Can you honestly say that Congress is looking out for the best interest of their constituents?  It seems to me that they are looking out for the best interest of the people who really put them in office—the donors with deep pockets.  If you are someone who fully believes your vote counts, then perhaps you are unfamiliar with the Supreme Court’s decision in the Citizens United case.  If the regular Joe’s vote meant anything before, it probably won’t anymore.  Corporations have won the right to buy our elections.

The act of suppressing certain rights in this country isn’t really anything new.  We had the Sedition Act of 1918, which was an amendment to the Espionage Act of 1917, and gave government the right to suppress any type of speech that they felt was critical of them.  Then we had Jim Crow, which limited the rights of African-Americans and similar anti-miscegenation laws that prohibited interracial marriages in many states.

So what good is voting when people who vote constantly put people in office who don’t really represent us, but represent the best interest of entities that want to work against the common man and woman?  If we refuse to take part in a system like that, do we really lose the right to complain about what happens when government ignores our collective voice?

I have all but given up on voting for politicians because it seems that no matter who we put in office, we will have to deal with the same old politics as usual runaround.  However, I might stay on the active voters list so I can vote on issues.

What are your thoughts on this issue?  Please let me know by commenting below.

I Would Like to Be the Center Of the Universe

English: Cyclic progressions of the universe

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I know that it seems incredibly conceited, but I really would like to be the center of the universe.  I think we all do, really…don’t we?  Honestly, wouldn’t you love it if the entire world revolved around you and everything that happened, big or small, was done to please you?

If I can’t be the center of the universe all the time, I’d settle for playing God for just one day.  He is probably long overdue for an off day anyway, don’t you think?  I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if Angie Almighty took over all his duties for 24 hours.  I could use the opportunity to promote all the things I really care about, such as ending poverty, hunger, and corporate greed.  I’d smite overpaid executives and corrupt politicians and bring peace to all nations.  The planet Earth would be a grand utopia.

Once I have Earth taken care of, I would explore the rest of the universe and answer the age-old question, “Is there life on other planets?” and if I didn’t find any, I’d create some.  All my little green men and women would be peace-loving Socialists who want to help everyone and everything on planet Earth achieve the harmony they enjoy.

*sigh* That’s such a nice thought to have but, alas, I don’t think I’ll ever be the center of the universe or get the chance to play God for one day.

How would you react if you suddenly found out you were the center of the universe and could  control all the good and bad that goes on here?

This Is Just the Beginning, Folks….

The blog is a wonderful thing, isn’t it?  I’ve had many blogs over the years, and felt that with 2012 upon us, this is an opportune time to start a new one.  This is just the beginning of a blogging journey that I hope will be successful and capture many readers and comments.

If you enjoy reading personal blogs, then you have come to the right place because this is exactly what that is.  Don’t worry, this blog won’t bother you with every little mundane detail of my life.  As a reader, I know that I certainly wouldn’t want to read something like that, so I don’t expect anyone else will either.  I plan on giving my opinion on a variety of topics, and hope to entertain, educate, and possibly even inspire others.

Here you will find posts about life, politics, art, film, books, current affairs, and pretty much anything that comes to my mind.  Random thoughts that are often off-the-wall and bizarre frequently pop into my head, so be ready for a lot of those.

I welcome feedback with open arms, so if you have any suggestions for topics you would like to see discussed, please feel free to go to the top of this page and click on the About link, then navigate to the contact form to shoot me an e-mail.  And of course if you want to express your feelings about any posts here, you can comment on that post.

I look forward to the opportunity to build my blog and become acquainted with the fine people who choose to read The Laughing Flapper.

Until next time,

Angie

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