There’s nothing about her from this that suggests she’s some fan of George Wallace or Orval Faubus. Without more, it’s only cosplay. The demand for political throat-clearing is so performative. I don’t expect Ren Faire enthusiasts to assure me they aren’t going to burn someone at the stake for heresy before I assume they are decent people, but perhaps I should.
That said, I wish they’d break the 4th wall and install seatbelts.
Cosplay of an enlightened woman? Nope.
Maybe you haven’t been watching over the past several years to notice that half this country want women to go back to wearing pearl necklace’s, taking the side seat and living inside a mint green kitchen all day long.
Perhaps the kitch was more fun when the country wasn’t just a poodle skirt away from being 1958 again.
Holy shit! 
Peele seems to be channeling Butterfly McQueen’s Prissy from Gone with the Wind!
A couple of major differences between 1958 cosplay and renfaires: some of the victims and perpetrators of the late jim-crow era are still alive today, and we still live in the same neighborhoods.
The fantasy of a renfaire is divorced from the current context by 500 years and about 4000 miles.
So it’s not really a direct comparison.
What I’m hearing is you think it was
March 11 – 1958 Mars Bluff B-47 nuclear weapon loss incident: A U.S. B-47 bomber accidentally drops an atom bomb on Mars Bluff, South Carolina. Its conventional explosives destroy a house and injure several people, but no nuclear fission occurs.
Both good.
I’ve been known to drive fifties cars (continuously for the last 35 years) and enjoy heavy rotary phones and so forth. But I wouldn’t want the world to be that way again. That old stuff really wasn’t very good, it just lasted a long time because it was over-engineered for durability.
I would like to go back to a 70% high-end tax bracket, though. That was one thing they got right.
July 7 – President Dwight D. Eisenhower signs the Alaska Statehood Act into United States law.
July 9 – 1958 Lituya Bay megatsunami: A 7.8 Mw strike-slip earthquake in Southeast Alaska causes a landslide that produces a megatsunami. The runup from the waves reached 525 m (1,722 ft) on the rim of Lituya Bay.
Draw your own conclusions.
I admit that I do want a classic 1940’s Chevy pickup with a sidestep as my ‘dream car’; I love the artistry of vehicles from that period.
Those, I’ll pass on; once when I was a toddler, we still had one and my sister clocked me upside the head with the receiver - I ended up going to the emergency room and she ended up on punishment.
Talk about ‘dangerous…’
Oh poor you.
Grow up, no one is demanding you do anything like that.
This rose-colored dream of “the Fifties” is a middle-class white dream, with all the attendant baggage in class and race (and gendered) terms that goes along with that. Realizing that isn’t performative, and it isn’t throat-clearing. It’s pointing out some features of this woman’s chosen lifestyle that are apparent to those who choose not to close their eyes to them, and in some cases, simply cannot close their eyes to them.
I have yet to see or encounter an ass that would convince me even a fictional ride to Times that were more Rapey with few Repercussions for Predators could be amusing. 
I’m wondering how Laci Fay would survive every aspect of 1958 if she had to earn a living in those times. I remember the show Here’s Lucy where the lead was a widow with two kids to support. That was ten years later than the timeline Laci enjoys.
In the pic, they have them, the just aren’t wearing them. Hopefully that isn’t typical. Also hopefully they have safety glass installed.
You posted while I was typing. Almost the same wording, too! I deleted mine when I saw yours, or I would have owed you a nice curvy glass bottle of Coke 
I actually own one of these, it’s boxed up in my attic. I keep meaning to figure out how to make it work on a newer system that doesn’t supply enough voltage to make the very loud two bell ringer ring.
The phone came out of my grandma’s house in Detroit. It hung on the kitchen wall, the ringer box was mounted out of the way under a cabinet. We lived in the house for a few years after she passed away. It was our first house and the phone was still working when we removed it in the mid '80s. I believe it was original to the house when it was built in the '40s when my grandparents bought it.
Very cool stuff.
I’ve heard some people have problems getting them to work, but for whatever reason the one in my house (guessing from late 60’s or early 70’s) works just fine with no modifications, and the bell is quite loud. It’s actually our primary home phone.
If they’re really going 1958 the dude better lose that beard. As for seat belts, remember that when seatbelts first came out the public assumed they were there to be sat on. In fact, this is still true in some places today because, you know, freedom.
I’ve looked into this in the past, it seems it’s not the voltage but the frequency. In today’s numbers it needs 90 volts (60 would work) but 20Hz instead of 60. There are devices that will make it work but they are pricey.
Now I want to hear the phone ring again so I think I found my winter project. Buy a device and build a cabinet for the phone. Maybe my grandma will call once I get it working. Cue Twilight Zone music.
No one on this board is remotely blind to the problems of the 1950s. What I object to is the implication that any definitive statement (“The 1950s were swell”, or whatever) is grounds to complain that that person didn’t cover every possible objection to that. I have no idea what this woman knows about the 1950s or not – whether she is a fan of HUAC or she’s a disciple of Howard Zinn. If I were to say, “the B-29 was the coolest airplane in WW2”, it would be weird for your first reaction to that to be “well, I bet you didn’t know the B-29 dropped a lot of firebombs on Tokyo” – and I don’t think what’s here is much different.
Oh, thanks – I was just looking for the lap belt and didn’t see it. Didn’t think they’d have had a shoulder belt.
With my brother and my son, I’m restoring a 1930 Ford Model A that my uncle left behind. Most of the glass we have for the car is already safety glass – my uncle had made a run at restoring it in the 1980s I guess(?) – but we had one extra door window that wasn’t safety glass – and in moving the car, we dropped that piece. Absolutely terrifying to think of what going through that would do to a human body.
In reading an interview with Walter B Gibson recently (from the 70s) he was recounting a story of a guy who cut his hand bad when the car door shutting broke the glass. IIRC this was in the 40s.
