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\nMy best friend and I went through a HUGE 1920s phase … I’m not sure why it came about. It might have been because we both saw Bugsy Malone<\/i>, and we wanted to be flappers.<\/p>\n
I am in a very very awkward stage of development here. I am … 12? The fangs in my teeth show me that this is pre-braces.<\/p>\n
Sadly, my friend and I worked SO HARD on our “flapper costumes”, and the subtlety of all of it was lost on the masses. We even researched the decade, we looked up old fashion magazines of the day, makeup styles of the day, etc.<\/p>\n
On Halloween night, we strolled around our old childhood neighborhood, where we had grown up. It would be our last time trick-or-treating, and we knew it … and horror of horrors: everyone thought we were dressed up as “hookers”. We didn’t even know what hookers were. I remember one woman saying, laughing, “Oh, it’s two ladies of the evening!” Again – we had no idea what that was.<\/p>\n
We were flappers. We had researched the Prohibition era. We knew about the jazz age. We knew about the cars, the makeup, the pearls … “ladies of the evening”? What’s that?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
My best friend and I went through a HUGE 1920s phase … I’m not sure why it came about. It might have been because we both saw Bugsy Malone, and we wanted to be flappers. I am in a very … Continue reading