Why I love the twenties

The “roaring” twenties is revered for it’s glamour and prosperity, dubbed the “Jazz age” in celebration of it’s audacity, style, and societal changes. However, many are deterred from the allure of the twenties due entirely to what precedes and and follows it’s gleaming, decade long high. Entangled within a series of global tragedies, the twenties, for all it’s appeal, is populated by people who have or will suffer. Two world wars serve as somber book ends, with their preambles and repercussions leaking furtively into the lives of those residing in the twenties. In fact, many of those who have shaped the” jazz age” were also known, somewhat discordantly, as the “lost generation,” and epithet adopted because their adolescence was spent and "lost" in the first world war. Also stashed in their memory are the horrors of the Spanish Fever, and perhaps, although occurring earlier, in 1912, the Titanic. As all have fates that will somehow be entwined with the Great Depression, which begin in 1929, and the 1939-45 Second World War, misery is thus inevitable. Yet, In spite of all this anguish, I am irrevocably drawn to the twenties, and can attest it to be my favourite decade. My reasoning lie not within the indisputable opulence the twenties boasts, but my inner feminist. I love the past, revelling in vintage artifacts and timeworn traditions; however, there is one glitch that hampers my dream to forgo modern amenities and live Anne of Green Gables style in the early 1900s. This mar in history is female oppression, which would somewhat impair my ability to attend Oxford University and start my own book publishing company, as I aspire to. The twenties, however, was not only lively and blissfully devoid of electronics, but also a turning point for equality. Throughout the duration of world war one the majority of working men were absent from day to day life, having either enlisted or been drafted into war. Women than became the breadwinners of their families, working and attempting to make ends meet without their husbands, brothers, or fathers. This led to a fresh outbreak of moxie , resulting in a upsurge of working women, a new, less restricting dress code, and stylish new hair cuts. This boosted the amount of working women by a impressive twenty five percent. I can thus imagine myself as one of those notoroius “flappers” traversing the streets of some hallmark, dazzling City. The fashion, comfortable, unrestricted trousers and drop waist dresses, topped by a short, loose bob is also an point of attraction, and, of course, coming of age in the quote "jazz age" does sound rather exciting....