I found this 1930’s housewife quiz on Divine Diva in NC’s blog.
As a 1930s wife, I am
I have to admit, I have honestly never been so glad to fail a test in my life. Although some good things came out of the 1930’s, mostly Gone With the Wind and The Wizard of Oz, I don’t think I would have survived well in this era at all. Perhaps had I been born into it, I would have been fine. However, I have a sneaking feeling I would have been the “bad” girl neighbor down the street who didn’t *gasp* take Christmas cookies to the neighbors, or the one who got drunk at parties and told everyone what I really thought of them.
The other women would have called me bitchy, a flopperoo, or perhaps a good-time. I would have been a swigger and I probably would have called all the other women a bunch of boobs for the way they lived. (All 1920-1930’s slang can be found here.)
I cannot believe how much being a woman has changed in the last 78 years. In the 30’s I would have been the town harlot, but today, those same actions would make me a typical college girl. I’m honestly not sure if that is a good or a bad thing. We were given the right to vote. The freedom to buy clothes instead of sitting in front of a sewing machine all day. We were given the freedom to go to work and to receive equal pay (although we know that one still needs work.) Women now have the freedom to have abortions.
I think of all these things and I wonder if women from generations past were magically teleported here alive and in their prime, if they would look at the women of today in awe and wonder, or shock and fear. I wonder if they saw how we live today if they would have still had those three kids and sent them off into the world knowing what the future looked like. I wonder if they would have pushed harder to keep all of those old family values in place.
It’s kind of hard for me to imagine losing the internet, my car, and knowing I can support myself. I am glad I am not “required” in this day and age to have children. That alone would have left me an utter failure of a woman. I’m glad I can pick up a book, read it, and talk about it to other people of both sexes who are smart enough to understand it. I’m glad I can be a “lady” in the living room and a “whore” in the bedroom because I have read up on ways to be both, from books that would probably make a woman from the 30’s pass out cold. I like my life, and I am pretty darn happy with it.
I look back at them and think to myself “THANK GOODNESS I didn’t live like that!!!!” I wonder if they looked at me would they say the same?