My Beautiful Place
Have you ever felt like you were born in the wrong era? I ask this because I know I do. The place that I consider beautiful is America, but please bear with me for a second and let me explain. I’m not talking about the America built on people who are famous for just being famous or the obese population produced by Mc Donald’s, I’m not even referring to the weather (yes I’m still bitter about the excuse of a “summer” we get in Ireland). To me America isn’t beautiful anymore but back in the 1940’s – 1960’s; well that’s a completely different picture. I hold my hand up and say this image that I fantasise about has come from sappy chick flicks such as “the Notebook” and any of Marylyn Monroe or Audrey Hepburn’s collections but as a history student I believe I can back myself up with a little knowledge of this beautiful place in time.
I know how lucky I am to live in a time when thinking for oneself is replaced with “sure, google it” and one’s privacy has now ceased to exist due to one tweeting about the “amazeballs” time they’re having where ever they may be . That may sound narky and I completely agree that life has gotten much easier and technology keeps us safer (or so we like to believe) nowadays but is it all necessary? I confess I’m writing this with an iphone glued to my hand and my eyes fixed on the computer and I would lose all ability to function without them by my side but it is this dependence on technology that disgusts me about the 21st century compared to my fantasy life in this past era. Life seemed so much more simple back then. People knew their neighbours and not only talked to them but gave a helping hand anytime they could. The world seemed like such a big place that would take forever and a day to concur and kids were happy to play in the dirt and weren’t afraid to fall and break every bone in their little bodies. However it is not just the Stepford wives picture of the perfect family that I fantasise about.
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