Out of Place

The more I read about it, the more I truly wish I had been born around 1840. Yes, yes, I know- women had little to no rights, restrictive regulations about society, no technology, no real schooling, bedbugs, fatal diseases, ect.
However, I long for the days when bigger women (yes, me...) were considered beautiful, where pale skinned creatures were envied, where everybody wrote in beautiful, loopy cursive and listened to the same types of music and spoke eloquently. I wish that embroidery and sewing were a widely-used skill, and that normal women wore corsets and bustle skirts, boots and capes every day. I would miss my makeup, Relient K and indoor plumbing, but to live in a society like that of Fingersmith or Tipping the Velvet- it would be worth it.
Plus- and I know this seems ridiculous to wish for, in the great age of homosexual acceptance and whatnot- "Romantic friendship" between women was really common: AND ACCEPTED. Basically- you could marry, and hate your husband, and have a lady friend on the side to be close with. All the benefits of ordinary marriage and all the fun of a girl in bed. ;)
Okay, I know, fantasy world. But I suppose I've always been a romantic.

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