"You know, I think I was in love with you then, hunk."
"I know you were."
"...YOUUU!"
Dear dead movie stars: I love you, in the plural sense.
I have always loved old movies. Old movie stars adorn my bedroom walls back home. My movie collection doesn't contain anything made later than 1970. My favourite t.v. channel is TCM. I think you get the point...
But my obsession with vintage-ness doesn't end there. Along with the movies and movie stars, comes a love of their glamor, and an obsession to be as glamorous as them. I've studied the various fashions, hair styles, and applications of makeup from the 1930's through to the 1960's. 70% of my music collection consists mainly of swing music or crooners. My favourite magazine is Reminisce, with each issue holding a collection of stories and pictures sent in by people who have experienced that very era.
Why do I love the past so much? Not just any past -- but that past? I honestly don't know. There is something more than just glamor that attracts me. I learned how to walk gracefully, how to talk decently, how to appear as though I have charm, poise, and grace, by watching and listening to these ideals of mine. I have learned how to gain respect from men, and how to respect other people. Above all, I've learned that I was definitely born 90 years too late.
*sigh*
