I Wish I Was A Cold War Spy With Curlers In My Hair

Yet another re-post, kids!

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As most of you know, since I no longer sleep I've been reading a lot of stupid blogs. The one that caught my eye last night was about how much this woman wanted to be a teenager in the 50s, mostly due to the fact that she was vacuous housewife who thought that teenagers had actually been respectful of their elders at some point before the baby boomers came along. Unfortunately for the troll in me, comments were disabled to all but those on her friends list. However, as disparaging as I am towards such banal reasoning, I am inclined to agree that the post-war era does seem to have a certain charm that this modern world lacks.

Yep, looks like we got ourselves a picture blog, boys and girls.

Back then things appeared to be at the very least more simple. You got your music from a record shop, your liquor from a liquor store and your pants from a tailor. Girls spent all day at either beauty salons or shopping for white goods that weren't white and their men actually paid for it.


People had dinner parties and got all excited about fondue. What's even better is they'd dress up for the occasion.

I call it whored up like a whorey whore for whore lovers.

And all you had to fear was the commies. Oh, and the nigger down the road.


Don't get me wrong. I am appalled by what was accepted as civilised by 1950s standards. And I also think that the woman who wrote that particular blog (and the stepford wives that all commented it) had not thought this through to the point we're at right now. Either that or I inadvertently stumbled upon a covert myspace klan meeting/klan party blog where every klansman was disguised as a disgruntled mom and the words "good old days" were code for "white power"...

But the division bell seemed, for the most part at least, to ring the loudest between East and West.

On one side, workers struggled to keep the ideals of socialism alive. The USSR was a fucking machine. The people knew it. And they had the world's freshly deputised policeman filling his boots at the prospect of going to war with them.


And what Mao pulled from his people is practically a production miracle. Its no wonder that sweat shop mentality is still alive and kicking in China. Obviously the commies could not maintain the charade. But the movies made it all seem so...glamorous.


And what nostalgic trip to the 50s would be complete without a look in on the space race?


It was one of those times when people could look up at the sky and dream of a future there.

Hey, that don't sound like American to me, boy!

Yes, the 50s signified the beginning of the atomic era.


People were happier, healthier and more pleasant.


Suburbs were clean. Mass-consumerism was non existent

This is just another corporate illusion. We all know that Coke didn't weigh into the cola wars until after Dr. Pepper had been assassinated.

And teenagers didn't do drugs and respected their elder folk. What a wonderful world!


What I got is one word: Whatever.