We Don't Pick The Ballroom We Just Dance

    It's 1933, and most of my work involves fighting off some mugs, some real nitwit biscuit boxers. If you think saving people is hard, try being a hero during the Great Depression. Every goofball in town is now considered cockamamie, and my work feels like a boondoggle. I don't want to sound off the cob but how am I supposed to fight any hard-boiled turtle slappers and send them to the slammer when all I'm really worrying about is what I'm going to eat when I get home? To me, the tidbit that really riles me up is that even with this crisis going on perps are still out and about doing mischievous things. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing I love more than fighting some bad guys, but isn’t it absolute malarkey? I mean why don’t you go back home to your wife and stop being such a hobo, I know those Hoovervilles are not any better than the problems you might be having at home. Woah there! Didn’t mean to leave you gob-smacked with that comment. I don’t mean to be sexist with that last statement so don’t go making a fuss about it now. I know with this equal rights movement we are all about gender equality and pro-women suffrage and I’m all for it. Believe it or not, I went through the modernist era too, and this crippling anxiety I feel sounds familiar to that of my comrades of the lost generation. I know things are changing, and  I don’t know much about it, but I will.


Signing off,
                 P.B.P. - (Earth 90214)

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  1. Grace SunOctober 8, 2023 at 11:41 AM

    I really liked the way you captured the essence of the Great Depression era with your use of slang and idioms. It gave your narrative a genuine, immersive feel. The way you transition from discussing crime-fighting to social issues like Hoovervilles and gender equality was interesting and added depth to your storytelling.

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  2. Sarah NOctober 8, 2023 at 11:53 AM

    I absolutely love the use of the words like, "hard-boiled turtle slappers" and "boondoggle." It adds a depth of humor to your post that makes it especially interesting to read!

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