Agreed upon by several, confirmed by many.
I was born in the wrong decade.
I was supposed to be born in the 1930's. But someone up there dropped the ball and forgot to introduce me to the world on schedule. Not God, of course, we all know he doesn't make mistakes... but perhaps an assistant of his that he had trusted to handle the matter. It took 45 years for them to notice. So here I am. Now. Instead of then. But I was supposed to be born in the 30's.
The reasons are many. And only further validated as time passes...
- Old Hollywood.
- I was destined to be a member of Old Hollywood. The glamour. The style. The irrefutable grace. There was a sophistication in Old Hollywood in the 40's and 50's and 60's that I was meant to be a part of. And the films... my heart bursts. They were magic. Pure magic.
- The Music.
- One cannot deny the elegant brilliance of "The Standard" or the clean, crisp excitement of "The Big Band". Music written by celebrated composers and performed with stunning execution by gifted artists. Songs like I'll Be Seeing You, Dream a Little Dream of Me, Send in the Clowns, Blue Moon, Somewhere Over the Rainbow, Rain On My Parade... Songs that bring on a sense of nostalgia and longing for a time that you may not have even been a part of.
- The Fashion.
- There is no better fashion than that of the mid-19th century. Twin sets, hoop skirts, stockings, hats, gloves, capri pants, pin curls, cat eye glasses, feather boas, Betty Page bangs, knee socks, polka dots... It's. Just. Too. Good. Women dressed to the nines everyday. Men wore fedoras and suits. There wasn't a sweat suit in the bunch.
- The Rat Pack.
- My unparalleled obsession with The Rat Pack is borderline certifiable. One, Frank Sinatra, in particular. A man amongst boys. A gentleman and a scholar. An accepting, open mind amongst bigots. A rags to riches story for the ages. I AM IN LOVE WITH FRANK SINATRA. I swoon at the slightest glimpse of him. I melt at the sound of his voice. I giggle like a school girl each time he comes on screen. I refuse to believe that I was meant to exist in a world without him...
- James, Paul, Marlon, Frank, Warren, Cary, Rock, Clark...
- They just don't make 'em like that anymore...
- The 'hood.
- No matter where you lived in America, you knew your neighbors, you trusted strangers, you left your keys in your car, you kept your doors and windows unlocked, you let your children play in the street... it was a simpler time. It was a time before random killings and road rage and school shootings and hostage situations.
- John, Martin, & Bobby.
- The leaders. Three of the many who demanded change. Three men who gave their lives for it. Three men who saw the potential for a better world and didn't sit back and wait for someone else to make it happen. Three men that transformed a nation. Men I wish I was alive to see, or hear, or thank, or hug...
- The Dating.
- Doors were opened. Father's were asked permission. Holding hands was 3rd base. They say chivalry is dead... Chivalry is dead because women killed it... There is no loss of equality or suffocation of power when a man treats a woman with the utmost respect. If anything, it is the opposite.
- Rita, Grace, Ingrid, Audrey, Lauren, Marilyn, Katherine, Elizabeth
- I have never seen beauty like that up close. I fear I never will. There was a quiet exquisiteness, a classic delicacy, an ornate sparkle... there was an essence that no longer exists and a modesty that has long since been forgotten. They were flawless.
And I still believe in the deepest caverns of my being that I was supposed to be born in the 1930's...
So if you had to choose... right now... if you HAD to go back... or forward...
What decade would you be born in?