I'm a Grandma!



This is a phrase that I have taken on recently. I despise the saying “I was born in the wrong century” and I don’t entirely feel that way. But, I certainly feel a little displaced in the millennial society. So, I thought we could have a chat about that.


I try not to look back with the rose tinted glasses, but I must admit that I do glorify the past without meaning to. So please take these thoughts with a pinch of salt.


One of the main times that my true Grandma nature comes out is when discussing modern media with my friends, whether that is music or TV shows. Of course I have a few modern favourites, like Drake. But if you look at my phone at any one time, you will find an array of hits from the 50s and 60s. So when I tell people the kind of music I enjoy, I often get the response of “Oh my Mum/Grandma loves that!”


Recently, Call the Midwife has taken over my life and I have become obsessed. I have recommended it to all of my friends, to which once again they profess their female relatives’ love for it. But it has got me looking at my home, East London, in a whole new light and making me fall in love with the post war era even more, with all of its nitty grittiness.


One of the hardest ideas to wrap my head around is the casual nature of people’s emotions. I find myself doing this and it upsets me. Back in the day of our Grandmothers and Grandfathers, divorce was few and far between. But nowadays, I find that many of my friend’s parents and other adults I know are divorced.


Now, I know that there are so many factors in why this is. But I do believe that it has a little something to do with this new way thinking. Is it not working? Bin it, we’ll find a new one. Marriage not working out? Divorce. Friend annoyed you? Block them. It is the mentality that another will always come along, another partner, another friend, as if we are looking over their shoulders, to see if someone better is coming.


For me, it is not just the big things. It is the small things that I wish I could experience. Everyone meeting on a friday for the dance, not a drunken grind with a guy you’ve never met before. I would love to be courted by someone and drink babycham and listen to Connie Francis.


There seems to be a backlash whenever I express these feelings. People see it as an attack on modern society. I don’t wish for it to come across that way at all. Of course, these eras that I love so much had so many problems: racism, homophobia, sexism and I would not go back if I had the chance.


But I do believe that maybe everyone could do with a little Grandma in them. I believe that a injection of good ol fun would be a wonderful thing, the idea that we are stronger when we are together and stick with things to fix them. We had the resurgence of the 90s, and Grandma Paige is going to sit over here and wait for the resurgence of the 50s, with circle skirts and pin curls.


Let me know if you ever feel a little out of place, and which era you love!


Until next time,
Stay Peachy,

Paige x