THE DOMESTICATED BACHELOR

1950s Instructional Film: What To Do On A Date

I might have benefited from this film when I was a teen (and possibly from some therapy).  This 1950s instructional film is pretty swell.  I appreciate their use of the word swell and demand that it be brought back into the common slang.  Call your congressperson today using the swell old phone number listings and the giant ancient phone.

Try not to notice how Kay’s being a little sly looking at Nick’s butt.  Try not to consider Kay’s particular interest in the weenie roast and taffy pulls.  It’s not really all Freudian.

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10 Comments »

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  “A chance to do things with a group… it looks like a good time, if your partner likes it.”

  Comment by Jay — March 8, 2009 @ 7:29 am

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  Wait…what are you implying?

  Comment by admin — March 8, 2009 @ 11:23 am

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  It reminds me of the Flight of the Conchords song “If You’re Into It” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pY8jaGs7xJ0

  Comment by Jay — March 8, 2009 @ 1:05 pm

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  That’s so wrong! I love it.

  Comment by admin — March 8, 2009 @ 1:14 pm

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  1950′s is some sort of weird surreal cult world…yes? Nick strikes me as a dope. I mean if I dated a guy who insisted on always going on group dates with someone else, I probably would wonder why?! Maybe Nick and Jeff should hook up? Good thing the 60′s are around the corner and Woodstock.

  I shall now use the word “swell” all the time.

  Comment by Johanna — March 9, 2009 @ 11:32 am

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  Hey, the 50s were awesome, though I much prefer the Beatles to Presley. Of course I wasn’t there for the 50s or the 60s. I always felt the hippies were just acting out to act out and because all the other kids were doing it, then they found Vietnam to rally against as a legitimizer. They were spoiled brats, maybe a bit repressed, sloughing responsibilities and growing up, who didn’t appreciate how good they’d had it. And the boomers all get to wax nostalgic about it. I do like some of the psychedelic music, though. That’s my favorite part. Jo, you’re swell.
  Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go slough off some responsibilities.

  Comment by admin — March 9, 2009 @ 12:37 pm

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  I would also like to point out how frail woman were back then, in the 50′s. Don’t see any of the woman on ladders hanging things. I guess that explaines why it took me a lot longer in life to get anyone of husband quality. I would have walked over and grabbed the ladder, climbed up, and hung that silly elephant on my own. Also, Nick’s butt would have been on obvious radar and he probably would have wanted to pass on the sandwhiches, particulary if I had made them. Food poisoning on the first date, very bad.

  Comment by Johanna — March 9, 2009 @ 3:53 pm

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  I’m afraid I may have dated a Nick or two, but not for long.

  Comment by Melinda — March 10, 2009 @ 7:28 am

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  Poor Nick. Unloved by the ladies.

  Comment by admin — March 10, 2009 @ 4:33 pm

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  Nick’s don’t survive in George’s and my world for very long, probably a good thing we use ladders.

  Comment by Johanna — March 11, 2009 @ 9:19 am

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