THE LADY FLAPPER WATCH PIN
Those of you of my age will recognize a propensity to forget, Advantage? Disadvantage? A bit of both? You tell me. And I preface. I may have done a flapper more than once before today. The why of it is simple. I like Lady Flappers. Was there ever a creature so endearing as that one who wore short skirts, bobbed their hair, listened to jazz, and flaunted their disdain for the current codes of the times in which they lived. These were rebels with a cause, James Dean notwithstanding. They were bold, they wore excessive makeup, they drank alcohol, they smoke cigarettes in public, they drove automobiles, and they had random, casual sex whenever the mood struck. I will tell you all something right here and now. This was my kind of woman. And clearly I was not the only one..