1950's

I am extremely eclectic... or maybe a walking oxymoron. I support women being in combat.  I am very much a feminist but yet I idealize the 1950's.  Don't get me wrong, there was some pretty messed up stuff going on back then and I am overjoyed that the racial issues of that era do not present themselves today.  The idea of my cousin not having his wife based on race is sickening.  The idea of my precious and beautiful niece being called an abomination- or worse sickens me.  We are blessed to be in a time where most of us do not see race, just deeper tans.

Now when I say I am a feminist, I mean it in the old school way.  I am strong  smart, and capable.  Not only that- I am sexy.  I am a woman.  I am built to carry the world and look good doing it.  I think the feminism of the 1970's ruined that for my generation.  I never felt comfortable wearing a dress.  I felt like it labeled me as inferior.  Now, I know better.

How many women know how to cook, sew, can, and many other basic things to take care of a family?  I am trying to learn.  Why?  Because if this life crumbles  I will be able to provide for my family.  Women of the 1950's were everything I wish I could be.  They lived through the war.  They knew how to work like a man and take care of the house.  They were the most versatile and beautiful women (in my opinion) in the history of America.

Do you know why else I adore back then?  People had honor.  If they wanted something- they worked for it.  No one expected any help.  They still knew what it was to have a dream and built it into reality.  They believed in their country.  They believed in hard work.  They kept life simple.  They lived and loved.  They new how to enjoy the day without rushing.  They had it so good.

Men were gentlemen.  They worked hard to provide for their family and also give kids the stability of a parent at home.  They knew their women were touch but still treated them like they were fragile- not as an insult, but to honor them and give them a break.  Kids played outside.  They had manners and knew how to speak to adults.

People took pride in their work.  They took pride in themselves.

Maybe I am the last of a dying breed.  Maybe my dream of the simple life will never be obtained here in America.  They said conservative people are out dated.  They said that they will be gone soon.  Maybe.  I believe in Guns.  I believe in hard work.  I believe in freedom.  I believe in life and the love of it.  I believe I should be left alone by the government.  I believe I am the last of a dying breed.

Good bye, America.  I don't know where we went wrong, but "home of the free and land of the brave" tastes bitter when I say it anymore.