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jamespowers said:You never heard one.
Not that I recall........if you have an example then I naturally I will rethink my statement.[huh] [huh]
jamespowers said:You never heard one.
jamespowers said:Better to have a self described term than to let some moron use phrases like Inspector Gadget, Indy, Gangster, and a host of others you can find in the Dumbest Comment thread.
You can opt out for sure. If you don't want to be categorized then you can deal with cowboy, pimp, etc., etc. that you will get anyway.
Tango Yankee said:Even if you are "categorized" you'll still get the same ignorant comments! This will only help those who are well informed. The ignorant will stay ignorant and continue tossing out the same trite comparisons. After all, they've already categorized us as Indy, Dick Tracy, and the like.
LizzieMaine said:Carlisle --
You don't, by your own statements many times around the lounge, "live vintage." By taking off your hat, you can disappear into the crowd. People aren't doing snarky articles in British tabloids or making two-bit reality shows about your way of life. That being so, and with all due respect, *none of what we've been talking about since the first page of this thread applies to you.*
I can't make it more clear than that.
Tango Yankee said:Jack,
...I think that my perfect world would have a combination of old and new in both physical items and cultural mindset, preferably keeping the good from both and disposing of the bad. Never going to happen, I know. So I chose the things I can afford (hats, fountain pens, shaving cremes, brushes and double-edge razors) and try to mix in some of the civility of the past. I think good manners are timeless--or at least, ought to be.
I decry most of what passes for progress in our popular culture--the language that's now acceptable in songs, on TV, and in movies as well as in daily life. The pressure to be "always on" work-wise. The loss of childhood innocence. But I've never thought of myself as any different from anyone else who looked around and said "When I was your age..."
I do feel culturally displaced most of the time...
Cheers,
Tom
SlyGI said:fftopic: Here is an example to me of a cultural tear down:
I remember at college, holding open a door for a girl. I had arrived there just seconds before she, so I opened the door and stood out of the way to let her enter (I had been taught this by my parents, and enlisted men such as myself do this for officers in the military. I had gone to college right after my enlisted ended in 1989). I can't begin to tell you the tongue lashing I got from this woman.
This is sort of a cultural tear down if you will. I did not mean to offend the woman. I held the door open to her as a sign of respect from the culture I was raised. I did not mean to insinuate, as she thought I had, that because she was a woman she could not open a door for herself. I was totally shocked by this tongue lashing.
"hey, you know what, we *aren't* a bunch of delusional cake-bakers tripping merrily about our kitchens in stilleto heels because hubby wants us to" is, to my mind, a very useful and worthwhile thing.
jamespowers said:So I am not the only one that this has happened to. :eusa_doh:
LizzieMaine said:Carlisle -- You don't, by your own statements many times around the lounge, "live vintage." By taking off your hat, you can disappear into the crowd. People aren't doing snarky articles in British tabloids or making two-bit reality shows about your way of life. That being so, and with all due respect, *none of what we've been talking about since the first page of this thread applies to you.* I can't make it more clear than that.
Tango Yankee said:Sadly, no you are not. But it has been a long time since I've had it happen to me. (And not because I stopped holding doors for people, either! I think that most have gotten over that bit of misplaced anger.)
Cheers,
Tom
John in Covina said:Does that mean there can be no room for the sideliners?
What does it say to those that are working on the fringe but haven't or can't achieve a total vintage lifestyle?
How do you get "certified" as to having vintage lifestyle?
Is there a heirarchy or set advancements for ratings such amatuer, novice, journeyman, master?
Senator Jack said:As I wrote way back in post #3, I, and I believe a few others, had also been using that term for lack of another. Clinically, I'm sure it's the closest, but it's certainly not entirely accurate nor descriptive enough. Perhaps the services of a cultural psychologist are, indeed, needed.
Thanks for referencing 'Metathesiophobia', Mark. I'm sure somewhere in the deep, dark places of my psyche, this fear is at play. It might have been mentioned before on the lounge (I know I read it in the NY Times some 20 to 30 years ago) that people love nostalgia crazes (such as the 'Happy Days' craze in the 70s) because they know the outcome of the events. Everyone who was killed in WWII has already been killed. All the casualties have already been counted. We did not lose to the bad guys, and so it is a safe war and era to retreat to and many do because the one thing we do not know is what's going to happen tomorrow. Certainly, that frightens us.
And now to address this post from Reetpleet, who has given us another nut to crack.
I think is very true now that the price of vintage anything has gone up, but you and Mark and everyone else who's been doing this from the time before the Internet know of the treasure troves to be found at the Goodwill for a dollar. Never did I imagine 'old suits' would be come 'collectible' else I would have hoarded them back then. Same goes for furniture, and here's something we have to look at. Unless I come into some dough and get to move into a bigger place, I'm pretty much topped off with period furniture. Ikea, in its wisdom, makes furniture that is supposed to last all of five years because that's when most people get sick of their surroundings and want to redecorate. It's falling apart? Well, I was getting tired of looking at it anyway. Personally, as long as the furniture I have now lasts, I can't see any reason to change it. Same goes for the car.
And here I think we need to separate the 'whatever the word is' from the collector. I know a lot of vintage enthusiasts who are collectors of vintage jewelry, cars, clothes, etc., but probably wouldn't consider themselves to be 'whatever the word is's.
I have to think now.
Regards,
Jack
LizzieMaine said:Well, ask any gal in the Powder Room how many times someone has said, "Oh, you look like Dita." Or in my own case, "Oh, you look like Dita's mother." I think the value in self-definition is that we can at least say, "No, I'm actually --- whatever."
Occasionally I'll say to folks who ask why I look like I do "Well, I follow the traditional ways of my people." They tend to nod sagely and walk away contemplating.
reetpleat said:I guess the difference between a collector and an atavist is that one defines themselves by the things they acquire, while an atavist sees them as simply a means to an end. Although an atavist may well be a collector as well.
Fletch said:I have always suspected that ex-punkers possess a certain quiet privilege in the post-generationalist discourse - second only to "lifestyle vintage" individuals like Lizzie and Joeri. (Why the latter are almost invariably female is also worth exploring.)
The ex-punks were "into it" sooner than most of us; they got into it deeper and more seriously; and they passed it on in an authentically social (quasi-tribal) fashion, without information technology. Most importantly, as urban nihilists, they were far enough outside society's values that their motives were less suspect. As did Black jazz musicians with vintage pop song, or gay males with camp and deco, they could meaningfully reinterpret and repurpose the past.
Doing that is a privilege in a progress-oriented, throwaway culture like ours, one that I suspect must be earned through outsider status - ideally, outsider group status. Without the group, one has no more agency than any other alienated individual, and must continually face the possibilities either that one's passions spring from private pathologies, or that one is merely a different flavor of deluded consumer, whose taste runs to goods not easily available.
Tango Yankee said:If you were to take someone like myself and drop me into, say, the '40s, I might like it for a while but it wouldn't take long for me to want to get back to my air conditioned car, my computer and Internet access (tools, yes, but I find them invaluable), and I would not have a skill I could apply to the times as computer operations, small computers, and networking don't exist yet. I probably wouldn't even be able to drive a truck despite having some experience in that in this time.
LizzieMaine said:Carlisle --
You don't, by your own statements many times around the lounge, "live vintage." By taking off your hat, you can disappear into the crowd. People aren't doing snarky articles in British tabloids or making two-bit reality shows about your way of life. That being so, and with all due respect, *none of what we've been talking about since the first page of this thread applies to you.*
I can't make it more clear than that.
Exactly! You need to actually have skin in the vintage wool so to speak.