The Laughing Flapper

A vintage girl stuck in the 21st Century

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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?

みちゆき — time travel

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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?


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.

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