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What Can We Learn From 50’s Nostalgia? Save for later Reblog
Today, I logged into Facebook, and was instantly reminded of why I try to avoid using Facebook.
Some friend of mine shared some post that was about how great the era of the American 50s was. The pictures that accompanied the post were of white couples and families enjoying life and time together.
I scrolled down, and saw the comment I was fully-expecting to find there:
“Yeah! Except for all the misogyny and racism!” Shrieked some Harpy.
Yes, you see, all of those white people being able to raise families on a single-income, with lots of social activities and stuff was actually a horrifying time beneath the surface because women were having babies and getting married at a young age instead of trying as many flavors of penis as possible, backpacking across shithole countries, or having careers.
Dressing like a complete whore was also frowned upon, you were encouraged to wear feminine clothes and hair. Stockings and dresses were still more common than pants.
When you went to the beach, you couldn’t wear a piece of silly string that just about gave you a back and front wedgie. It hadn’t even been invented yet.
Oh, it’s not like erotica or nudity didn’t exist back then, though. But I mean, you were deprived of the joys of opening up Google on a whim and seeing people’s assholes fall out of their bodies from having their colons used as a speedbag. I mean, Playboy was just starting up, but at most you’d see nipples, and never the serious naughty bits. Oh, and if you did manage to see it in one of the more underground magazines back then, or your girlfriend, even up to the 80s, women generally had a nicely-manicured (or sometimes not so) lady garden instead of razor-burned and bumped genitals that look like a clam who got in a fight with a sea urchin — the gold standard, liberating, Barbie-Doll anatomy of today was pretty taboo back then. I mean, how did these people even get off?
And don’t forget the beatings. UGH, the beatings! Every woman — like, literally all of us — got the shit kicked out of us on a regular basis, they say. It was a part of a woman’s weekly, or even daily schedule, in fact. 5 am: Wake up and make breakfast. 6 – 9 am: mop the floors and wash the tables. 10 am: Tend the garden — the one in the yard, remember. 11 am: Make lunch for the kids. 1 pm: Dishes, and stare longingly out the window wishing you were dying on a battlefield, or working 16-hours, 14 days on, on the rigs. After that, it was just more housework, until your husband came home to kiss you on the cheek and followed up with a right hook to the other.
Thank god we’ve moved on from such barbaric times!
But above all — the most egregious sin — is that black people were expected to have their own things, their own businesses and live in their own locations instead of being entitled to civilization white men built for more white people. We weren’t just giving our homes away back then! Can you imagine?
I mean, it’s not like forcing black people to stay in their own lane had any benefits for black pe-
Uhh…well, umm…I’m sure a black man who lived through it can tell us how bad it was!
What’s wrong with this guy? Doesn’t he understand the enrichment we get from sharing everything with Africans?
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— Ian Miles Cheong (@stillgray) September 13, 2019
The very thought that there was ever a time when these people weren’t entitled to all of our stuff and had to live separately from us, maybe even in their own countries, is the pinnacle of hate! I just can’t imagine why anyone would fondly remember a time without them!
White people, even those of us who weren’t around then, look at the American image of the 50s with fondness and longing because it presents a time where European society was happy. Where, despite not having all kinds of gadgets and hedonism, our lives were fulfilled, we were able to live in largely crime-free cities, where we were closer with our neighbors, where we could go out without fear of being raped and mugged. Where we could let our kids play all day outside, rarely checking on them, without fear they’d be gang-raped or kidnapped or ran over and split in half by Muslims in vans; where we didn’t all have to work our asses off, in increasingly-worse conditions, for more and more hours, just to pay the rent; where owning our own house was achievable at a young age, and where almost every man and woman could find a partner and not have to die alone because we weren’t earning more than men and didn’t have Tinder or other dating apps and birth control so we could just have sterilized sex with strangers every weekend; hell, if you got pregnant, they wouldn’t just let you kill the baby on whim! The absolute savages!
All of those benefits our ancestors enjoyed must never be allowed to happen again, because it meant that a completely different race of people was expected to fend for themselves and build their own functional societies instead of just moving in with us. It meant that people were expected to be responsible, with each sex having their own unique responsibilities, and having a sense of duty to their community instead of just living in gluttony. And it meant that we valued masculine men, and feminine women instead of butch-cut dykes and spineless soyboys. It also meant that we didn’t tolerate men who want to shove their penises up hundreds of other mens’ asses, contract and spread STDs in record numbers, and then sexualize children and sometimes animals, or want to cut off their penises and pretend to be women, because we understood the damage this would do to society.
Now, I’m not saying the past was totally perfect. I’m not saying that women weren’t sometimes abused with impunity, or that non-whites sometimes faced undeserved cruelty. But in the former’s case, that has always existed, it exists today — and in greater frequency and severity thanks to diversity — and in the latter’s case, it can be avoided by just living in your own ancestral home. If I were to go to China, I’d probably be called a “round eye”, hit on by creepy Asian men, etc. Thus, I stay the fuck out of China — I have no desire nor reason to be there.
How does whites being “racist”, that is, excluding non-whites from things, hurt us? That is the question no one ever asks. If we only hire white people, if we only have our own schools, if we only build and rent homes to white families, if we only let white people in the army, etc. What ills do we suffer? It seems to me that we only benefit. However, we have, and continue, to suffer by not being racist.
So what can we learn from the 1950’s nostalgia and the “but it was racist!” reactions?
“Racism” is simply white people flourishing.
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