Dating wasn’t all cruising, pinning, and going steady. Or was it? Here’s what dating was really like in the 1950s. More
If you’ve always wanted to know how to thrift, here’s your chance with these awesome thrifty tips. (That rhymed!) More
Looking back, it feels like the 1940’s were divided into two different eras: one when women were desperate for the men to come home from the war, and one the men who finally came home.
The depression was finally over! But from 1939 to 1945, rationing was in and guys were out (of the country). Eligible men were shipped off to war, and women were left to either run the household, or live in their parents’ home praying that her boyfriend returned home safely. If and when they ever came back, there weren’t enough single men to go around! All’s fair in love and war, girls. Here’s what dating was like in the 40s…
A WWII veteran is getting his bomber jacket back after an awesome dude bought it at Goodwill and decided to return it. More
The sexy, carefree roar of the ’20s came to an abrupt whimper when the stock market crashed on October 24th, 1929. Black Tuesday would mark the beginning of the Great Depression which was (spoiler!) incredibly depressing. Any young men and women left in the country ditched their dried up farms to stand in the bread lines and look for work in American cities.
It was a shitty time to be American, and an even shittier time to be a single American woman. So what was dating like in the 1930s? Hold onto your worn-out fedoras as we explore love and life in the Great Depression… More
Did you know dating in America started in the 1920s? Yes, we have those fabulous flappers to thank for modern-day first dates, missed calls, and mixed signals. The first world war was over, and the action — and moonshine — was brewing in illicit night clubs. Small town girls and country boys flocked to the city, where the drinks were flowing and the women were wild.
>Dating in the Jazz Age wasn’t all Gatsby parties, cocktails and pearls. Here’s how you would have dated in the 1920′s… More
If you haven’t noticed by our Shelved Dolls and Harlotry series, as well as plenty of our other individual pieces, The Gloss is a big fan of both sex workers and women of the past. We appreciate fashion from the days of yore — whichever “yore” that may be — as well as the personalities that accompanied its wearers. These vintage photographs of prostitutes from Storyville by E. J. Bellocq combine those interests wonderfully. More
When you go to school for anything pertaining to English or writing, you wind up reading a whole lot of this writer’s work. And you analyze one of his books for, oh, three different courses. Any guesses? More
This article details the perfect woman of 1912, who ate beefsteak, weighed 171 pounds and didn’t know fear. More
I love that my style is about more than just the transient nature of trend based fashion. My style is in fact a lifestyle philosophy. More
You’ll never be Kim Gordon, but at least now you can wear what she once did. More
The wonderful blog English Russia recently scanned in some photos from the Soviet era teen magazine “Sverstnitsa,” which the blog translates to “peer girl.” They’re all taken from issues that came out in 1989, and constitute a wonderful snapshot of how Soviet teens used to dress when they wanted to look fancy. Try as they might, those mean communist leaders could not keep out the influence of the west, as you can see from the girls’ New Wave haircuts, stone washed denim, and shiny, shiny everything. I also appreciate their pin-up poses. More
Nowadays, when people get arrested, it’s usually for bath salts. Rather, bath salts-induced violence. As much as TheGloss‘ editors live for bath salts stories, we have to say that the stricken, overwhelmed mugshots have become a little monotonous. Anyway, Least Wanted uncovered a trove of delightful retro mugshots and–surprise!–everyone is dressed to the nines. They may not be eating people or running from electricity, but they all have their hair just so. More
I love vintage clothes, but I hate thrift stores. Going through the clothes I always end up touching one with a mysterious stain or have the sensation something is crawling off the sweaters onto my skin. Luckily Etsy shop owners are willing to do the sifting for me. More