Prison or Sanctuary? Sometimes I wonder.

I have a small obsession with the 1950's, the fashion, the hair, the gentle grace women appeared to exude. Some times I wonder what it would have been like to be a woman back then. A doting mother and loving wife who makes the best roast dinners in the neighbourhood. It may be the delusions and lasting gender roles that have formed this opinion but ever since I was young the idea of this picket fence lifestyle seemed glorious. I understand that women had many restrictions back then and just as is depicted in many movies, notably captured in Revolutionary Road, woman often felt trapped and unappreciated. 

If I was a women of the fifties could I have hacked it? Would killer curls and some youngsters have been enough to satisfy me? I don't know really. Would I have been a Lucille Ball or an April Wheeler? I guess it would be the luck of the draw, who you ended up with, your placement in the world and your social class. 

I am in no way saying the 50s were peachy, racism and sexism were rampant, it was a flawed time. But so is our current existence, there is so much wrong with our society. Wouldn't it be nice if some of that old world class still lived? Where men held doors, women dressed respectfully and modestly and people were polite to their neighbours. Sometimes I wish that a little bit of the past carried on, I think that the world would be nice in a sepia glow. Maybe I was born in the wrong era. Maybe not. I guess I'll never know.