I’m very thankful I was born post-1950.
Dear Mom and Dad,
In hindsight, I’m very sorry for you having to deal with me in public through most years of my life. As an adult, I now understand that period costumes cannot make up 80% of your wardrobe. It must be really strange when you have a 5 year old who for the majority of the year refuses to dress like anything but a suffragette from 1915 and uses a parasol like she has a debilitating allergy to the sun. I assume it gets worse, because the 6 months I had the gory never-ending-black-eye from running into a baby carriage handle, I decided to only dress as a medieval princess, which caused unwanted attention and people questioning why your daughter looked like a cage fighter.
I’m also sorry we still dress like Pilgrims for Thanksgiving,
Liz
Just another Irish girl from Boston
^ the black eye that made my parents’ life uncomfortable for 6 months
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So I don’t condemn historical reenactment. I’ve attended a handful of Renaissance fairs, but mainly for the people watching and the rare and highly demonized fair foods. You could probably hold-up an Equinox or Soul Cycle with a piece of Fried Dough, tbh. I just think those people may need to go through a separate, stringent filtering process before voting for our politicians, that’s all I’m saying. But for a much easier way to blast back into the past, compared to schlepping to some weird field to see people run at each other with styrofoam bayonets….
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There’s an app called Deja Vu, which holds a collection of hundreds of vintage photographs that have been geolocated, so you can stand on a street corner and pull up a photo of that same spot from 100 years ago. A New York photographer recreated 15 of those shots and Curbed made this cool toggle feature which allows you to go back and forth between very iconic locations, from the past to the present. *already embarrassed for the toggled 100 year evolution of the gym selfie*
