Today I did something I rarely do. I unfriended a lady on Facebook.
Was it because of political postings, nudity, over zealous religious or atheistic postings…trolling. No, none of those things.
I deleted her because she is a Vintage Nazi, a hypocrite of the highest order.
The constant postings about how horrible modern life is, how nobody really gets vintage life apart from her were grating. Oh, and I have to add, they were all on FACEBOOK ! This keyboard jockey shut in was the definition of self righteous hypocrisy. A person who claimed she wanted to move to the country to have a more simple and authentic thirties lifestyle but I would imagine one of the pre requisites of this move would be a good internet connection.
The reason I tell this story is not to pick on the person but to highlight a weirdness that existed with some of the retro persuasion.
I for one would consider myself a retrophile, however I do know it’s the twenty first century and I quite enjoy the advantages it has to offer. If it wasn’t for the internet I wouldn’t have a successful podcast and I certainly would not met so many wonderful people like your good self.
Do I wish I lived through the forties, fifties and sixties …hell yeah!
If I had a time machine would I transport my self to 1962 and never come back….ofcourse. But here’s the reality …it’s 2014.
I love vintage furniture, clothes cars and music, books and movies. And ofcourse when I say love, I really mean love, a true dedication.
That however does not mean I need to place myself above others in the vintage stakes, it’s not a competition nor is life an exercise in vintage Reenacting.
Vintage life is not Historical Reenactment, it’s a lifestyle within the bounds of the reality we live in, not a competition for the best costume. A true retrophile wears clothes and not costumes, drives a classic car as a car and not a parade vehicle and lives in a house not a museum.