Category Archives: Culture and History


I recently finished River of Smoke, the second book in the trilogy by Amitav Ghosh, which started with Sea of Poppies. This one is set mostly in China, in a community of European and Indian expats and is about the conflict over the opium trade. There’s also an interesting sub-plot about a young Frenchwoman’s search for a rare camellia that no European has ever seen except in an illustration. It took me a little longer to get into this one but it turned out to be at least as unputdownable as the first book, if not more so. I found myself feeling sympathetic to both sides in the conflict, not terribly unusual for me, when I think about it.

It will be a couple of months before the final book in this trilogy is published so for now it’s back to science fiction for a while.


My latest read was Sea of Poppies by Amitav Ghosh, the first book in the Ibis Trilogy. It is set in India in the first half of the 19th century and follows the changing lives of a number of characters, both Indian and European as well as one American, as they eventually come together on board the Ibis on a trip to the Mauritius islands.

Sea of Poppies is excellent and I highly recommend it. It’s a good picture of life in 19th century India and contains a little humor as well as drama. It did have a lot of words that were unfamiliar to me, mostly names of foods and articles of clothing and other items in Indian culture, but this did not cause me a great deal of difficulty. One thing that was odd about it – I’ve never seen this before – this author did not use any quotation marks. Once I got started though, I didn’t have any trouble with this at all. It’s easy enough to realize when a character is talking and after I got into the book I didn’t even notice the lack.

An interesting note about the physical book itself. I bought the dead tree version since the Kindle version was not significantly cheaper. I like to say that the format doesn’t matter; it’s the content that’s important, and I stand by that but there is a certain pleasure in holding an actual book and this one especially so. I was surprised by the weight of it and the pages are a higher quality paper than you usually see in paperbacks or even most hardbacks and just touching the pages and turning them is a treat. I ordered and received the second book in the trilogy, River of Smoke and was disappointed to find that its pages are merely what’s typical for paperbacks. Oh well. I was going to order Flood of Fire, the final book in the trilogy, but it’s not available, at least in the US, until August. Again, oh well.

A Composer Named Joe

Joseph Boulogne, more often known by his title Le Chevalier de Saint Georges. This article contains some crude language but, even if you’re bothered by that sort of thing, man up or woman up and go read it. I have mixed feelings about the word “badass”. I don’t like it but at the same time it still seems to me a very useful word for describing some individuals. Besides, I think it’s good to remind people that classical composers did more than just sit around solemnly composing great music. They had lives, often, like this guy, very interesting lives.

Listening to his music, it surprises me a little that Boulogne isn’t more well-known. It’s tempting to say it’s because he was Black but we don’t care so much about that anymore do we? I think it’s more likely that “Le Chevalier de Saint Georges” is rather off-putting to a lot of people or at least to a lot of Americans. We tend not to like things we find difficult to pronounce. It would be kind of hard to sound cool and down-to-Earth saying, “Le Chevalier de Saint Georges is one of my favorite composers.” Anyway, just listen. (The first video has some beautiful and interesting artwork too.)

This Is a Bigger Deal Than You Think It Is

I love sentimentality but I have to admit that it can be a problem sometimes. Some months ago – no, actually more like a couple of years ago – I was in an antique shop and saw a treadle and cabinet, without the machine, just like mine (which you can also see in the picture below) except that it was in much better condition – in near perfect condition, actually. I was tempted. I actually do sew on my antique and the peeling veneer and rough spots can be a problem functionally. It would be nice to have a nice cabinet. But then I thought, “It’s my grandmother’s machine. I can’t swap the cabinet; I can’t do anything to change it.” So I let it go and I sort of regretted that I passed up the chance to get a nice cabinet but at the same time was glad I didn’t because, “I can’t do anything to my grandmother’s machine.”

Well, feeling like I shouldn’t let sentimentality rule me, yesterday I somewhat hesitantly bought this:

Antique Singer Sewing Machines

Antique Singer Sewing Machine

The treadle and cabinet are a different style from my grandmother’s machine but the top, the machine itself, is the same. But see, here’s the thing. From poking around on the Internet trying to figure out what model it is, I have pretty much come to the conclusion that my grandmother’s machine was put together from parts of two different machines. It also has some small missing parts and there is a lot of play in the treadle because it has been “repaired” using a non-original part.

Something I’ve always sort of felt guilty about because of sentimentality is that I’ve always wished I had a prettier machine. I wish it still had the decals and I have always liked the style of cabinet and treadle like the one I bought yesterday. But it’s my grandmother’s machine and I’m supposed to love it and never want anything else. I actually do love it but still, that doesn’t keep me from guilty wishing. I don’t think my grandmother would mind at all. I once heard her say she didn’t even particularly like this machine. Before it she had a different one, a different brand, not a Singer, that she liked better but it stopped working and she bought the one I have now. Later a sewing machine repairman told her that old machines can always be fixed and she really regretted not keeping her other machine. I was pretty young when I heard her talk about this and I can’t remember what brand she said the other machine was. But anyway, it’s not about whether or not she would mind; it’s about having and using the same machine she used and having that connection.

The machine I bought yesterday is in sad condition. The treadle is rusty but it moves smoothly. The machine still has the decals but its parts are also rusty and when I try to turn the wheel it barely moves. Nothing a tanker load of WD-40 couldn’t fix, I’m sure. The cabinet is in worse condition than I thought at first. The center tilt out “drawer” is missing. The bottom piece – I don’t know what you call it – is coming apart. The veneer hasn’t actually peeled off as badly as on my other machine but yet, it looks more dried out, like it could easily peel off.

I’m still considering what to do. At first I thought I might just swap out the treadle but it won’t fit the other cabinet. I would have to swap both cabinet and treadle. But what if I could get this machine working? Why bother to swap anything? Why not just repair and use it? But what about my grandmother’s machine? My grandmother’s sewing machine! Well, do you see the problem?

One thought I have had is that I might use one of these old machines as a stand for my electric machine since I normally just set it on the dining table when I use it. It doesn’t really have a place.

The machine I bought yesterday also had this stuff in one of the drawers. I have no idea what any of it is or how to use it but I’m sure it could be useful.

Antique sewing machine accessories

UPDATE: Just realized something. The two machines are not exactly the same. The bobbin filler is the same but the tensioner is in a different place. Funny how sometimes it takes a while to see the obvious.

Why Groundhog Day?

Groundhog Day is stupid. There! I said it! Google doesn’t even have a special doodle for today. It is probably the most unimportant “Day” on the calendar. The only good thing about Groundhog Day, other than it simply being just another day which can be either a good day or a bad day, is the movie Groundhog Day. Yes, it is pretty good – not great but kind of fun.

My understanding is that if the goundhog sees its shadow it means we will have six more weeks of winter. When I was a kid we simply took that to mean that if the sun was shining on February 2nd there would be six more weeks of cold weather (but we never actually believed that was true) because, obviously, if the sun is not shining there is no shadow for the groundhog to see. It wasn’t until I was an adult that I started hearing about Punxsutawney Phil – the Groundhog Day groundhog. Apparently, everything depends on this one particular groundhog seeing his shadow and being scared back into his burrow.

Our little friend Phil is wrong more often than he is right. “Since 1988, the groundhog was “right” 13 times and “wrong” 15 times. Of course there’s really no harm in this silly little tradition. If people enjoy it, fine. But, I’m just wondering… there must have been other date based weather superstitions so why, of them all, has Groundhog Day survived? Why does it stay so popular? I think maybe it’s because this time of year we crave a little hope, even if it’s false hope. Even if, approximately fifty percent of the time, we are disappointed.

100 Years of Fashion

I came across this video on Facebook. I would rather see a series of pictures. There are a few here but not for all the decades. More complaints after the video

I must admit I am a fashion throwback. The 30s and 40s women’s fashions (long before I was born) are, in my mind, the way women “should” dress or maybe I should say the “standard” or “ideal.” I knew that before I watched this video. The 50s, 60s, and 70s are okay but starting in the 80s I just completely lost track of what is “in”. From the 80s I remember shoulder pads but that’s the only distinctive thing I noticed. In the 90s and 2000s it seems to me that people just put on random stuff that doesn’t seem to be any particular style and often doesn’t fit right, although I do sort of like the 90s dress in the video except for it being too short for my taste.

Also, I wish the video showed two or three different examples from each decade, both casual and dress-up or office wear. It’s hard to get a real feel for the changes when they switch from dresses to torn up jeans. The torn up jeans look has been around for several decades so I don’t think it’s the best way to show “typical” 2015 style. The 70’s jumpsuit was definitely around but it’s not something I saw a lot in the 70’s. Anyone remember “granny dresses?”

The men’s style? I had to go back and watch the video again because it moves so fast and it’s hard to get a good look at both the men and the women at the same time. The men’s styles from the 30’s and 40’s look odd to me, unlike the women’s from those decades, which look simply normal. I don’t really care for any of the examples of men’s fashion shown in the video, although the 90s outfit looks the most normal to me.


I have never been in a Starbucks but now I almost wish I liked coffee. I would like to support them and tell them how much I like their lovely red cups – so bright, so simple, so Christmasy. Some people are actually angry about Starbucks’ seasonal cups. Frankly, I don’t get it. Red is still a Christmas color, isn’t it? Did someone change that and not tell me? So how can bright red cups be an attack against Christmas? If red is no longer a Christmas color what does it represent now? I know! Communism, right?

I am getting extremely tired of every little thing being perceived as part of a “War on Christmas” or “War on Christianity”. There are countries where Christians are oppressed. I suggest that any American Christians who think they are being oppressed go to one of those countries and live there for a while to get a more realistic perspective. You’re not really worried about losing the freedom to practice your religion; you’re just pissed off because it’s not the only religion in America.

Yes, there are some instances where political correctness goes too far. This is not one of them. This is not even political correctness at all. Red is a Christmas color, with or without snowflakes and pine trees. And it is okay for people to say “Happy Holidays.” Christmas is a holiday. I have been seeing “Happy Holidays” on Christmas decorations and Christmas cards all my life. People never used to get offended by those words. Why would you be offended by them now unless you wanted to make certain that everyone understands that Christmas is the only legitimate holiday to celebrate in December? And why would you care what other people are celebrating? Many Christmas traditions, including the date itself, are actually pagan. You are actually celebrating ancient pagan holidays without even realizing it. And you’re getting upset about a simple red coffee cup? How bizarre.

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It doesn’t matter where our holiday customs come from, but it’s fascinating (and fun) to trace their various origins. Some of them are only a few hundred years old or less, and some are literally thousands of years old. Decorating with holly doesn’t suddenly make one a Pagan, nor does using the word Christmas make one a Christian. Christmas is a confluence of religious traditions, capitalism, story telling, and the human need to simply connect with those we love. Christmas is more powerful because it reflects a wide range of influences.

The Kiss

This article about Nichelle Nichols has details about that famous First Interracial Kiss that I had not known before. NBC had wanted them to re-shoot the scene without the kiss but the two actors, bless them, kept “messing up”. I also did not know that several states in the south did not show Star Trek because they couldn’t stand the idea of a black woman being anything but a maid.

I was nine or ten years old at the time and certainly aware of what was going on in the world – civil rights marches, protests, riots – and most of the people I knew were racist, to some degree, but I thought nothing of this ground-breaking scene and didn’t realize that anyone had an issue with it. It was just science fiction after all, not reality. And things would be different in the future. With Americans and Russians and a green-blooded alien all working together in harmony, a silly little kiss that wasn’t even by choice of the two characters was not a big deal.

Plato’s Stepchildren was never one of my favorite episodes. I preferred the episodes in which most or all of the action took place on board the Enterprise. Besides, those telekinetic little bastards were seriously annoying.

Lots of Books

Oh, it’s been such a long time since I blogged about what I’m reading so I’ll just do one massive (or maybe not so massive) post about the last five or six. I feel that I’m not very good at reviewing books so I procrastinate.

I did mention A Short History of Nearly Everything by Bill Bryson. Bryson is one of my favorite non-fiction authors. In this book “everything” means the universe in general and the history of scientific discovery. A large portion of it is devoted to the mostly unknown discoverers of things that were later discovered by the more famous scientists we have all heard of. The history of scientific discovery is not as neat as we were taught in school. It is much messier and more interesting.

I have read the first four books in the Scrapyard Ship series by Mark Wayne McGuinnis. These books were a fun read – an old-fashioned space adventure that starts, of all places, in a scrapyard where the protagonist, Jason Reynolds, finds a small alien sneaking around who leads him to a space ship that has been hidden underground for many years. Soon after this he is captain of a ship and in a fight to save Earth and other planets from invasion by an alien species that has already conquered a number of worlds.

I’ll be honest, by the time I got to the 4th book in the series I was getting a little burned out and almost quit in the middle. I did finish it but I decided to take a break before I finish the rest of the series, which continues from book to book. But it is good and I will read the remaining books.

Next, I read something completely different, Running for My Life: One Lost Boy’s Journey From the Killing Fields of Sudan to the Olympic Games. It is the story of Lopez Lomong who was kidnapped by rebels in Sudan when he was six years old, escaped and ran to a refugee camp in Kenya with three older boys, and eventually came to the United States, became a citizen and ran in the Olympic Games. It is an amazing story and is well worth reading. Part of the profits from the book go to Lomong’s charitable foundation which provides clean water, medicine, and education to villages in South Sudan.

Currently, I am about halfway through a book by John Scalzi, my first by this author and it is great fun. More about this later. I’ll try not to wait six months before I blog about books again.

Mid-Week Music Break

Saw this on Facebook.

“On a cold British morning a television crew filmed this unknown (to the British) African-American woman who, dressed to the nines, danced, sang, and played the guitar in such a fashion that it managed to inspire a whole generation of singer-songwriters. Her combination of gospel with early rock and roll shows her as “the link” between two categories of music which, over the years, evolved into the very different styles that they are today.”more

Hot Springs

Well, finally, as promised, more about Hot Springs. Our first stop was the Alligator Farm and Petting Zoo. The “petting zoo” consisted of a large pen full of pygmy goats. When you pay to get in they give you a slice of bread to feed the goats. I did not enjoy that part of it for a couple of reasons. One is that I had just petted a full size goat at my brother-in-law’s house the day before so I had already done enough goat petting to last me for a while. But the other, main, reason it was not fun was that there was one goat that was way too aggressive in begging for bread. You want to feed the cute little tiny goats, some of them not much bigger than cats, but here’s this big, fat glutton always right there in front of you demanding that you give all the bread to her. Not fun.

The alligators were more interesting, though I’m generally not a big reptile fan. I got to hold a baby alligator. That was fun and interesting. Their belly hide is actually surprisingly soft. There’s a picture of me holding the baby alligator but it’s on my husband’s phone.

The main attractions of Hot Springs are the natural hot springs, at a temperature of just over 140°F, (60°C) and the baths, which are considered therapeutic. There are, of course, still public baths operating in Hot Springs but I get the feeling that they were a much bigger deal in the 19th and early 20th centuries. I am not at all interested in experiencing the baths myself. I have been bathing alone and unassisted for most of my life and I intend to continue doing so for as long as I’m able but, fortunately, there is the Fordyce Bathhouse Museum so you can have a look at a historic bathhouse and keep all your clothes on. There are a lot of pictures at that link and looking at them now I realize that we missed a lot of it – an entire floor apparently. One thing that I thought was interesting and odd was that the men’s side was much larger and more luxurious than the women’s. The gorgeous stained glass skylight in my earlier post was on the men’s side.

Here is one of the showers. A scary looking thing, considering the fact that they called it a “needle shower”.

Fordyce Bathhouse Museum, Hot Springs, AR, "needle shower"

I was rather taken with the huge bathtubs, at least six feet long and maybe 2 feet deep(?). I sort of want one, including the big brass faucet. You can see a picture of one at the link above. It’s sort of an ugly thing but obviously antique which makes it very cool, along with just how big it is compared to today’s standard home bathtub.

I have two more Hot Springs places to share in another post so “stay tuned”.

Get a Grip!

There are times when I wish I was a celebrity, or at least that this blog got several thousand page views a day, because I have something I want to say to everyone in America, something I want everyone to hear and listen to. Oh well, I’m going to say it anyway: Everyone just get a grip! (And read the whole thing, not just the parts you like or the parts you don’t like.)

I have things to say to people on both sides of the Confederate flag issue. First of all, you all need to understand that it means different things to different people. I keep seeing images of the flag on Facebook with the words, “If you are offended by this you don’t know history.” That is one of the most ridiculous things I have ever seen. If you can’t understand why some people find it not merely offensive but also deeply hurtful then YOU don’t know history. In fact, if you don’t understand that, you are shockingly, impossibly ignorant of history. Or else, you’ve just made up your own fantasy history or you are choosing to believe someone else’s fantasy history. Or, at best, you are picking and choosing the parts of history you like and ignoring the rest.

ON THE OTHER HAND, if you are one of the people who are offended by the Confederate flag, you need to understand that not everyone who displays it is racist. To some people it is a precious symbol of their culture. It’s not an exclusive culture and certainly not racist. Most of its members would be happy to let you in if you have a fondness for dirt roads, pickups, country music, hound dogs, cowboy boots and the like. And if not, they will still treat you decently even though they may not understand you. Most people who display the confederate flag really and truly do not care what race or ethnic group you belong to. Many of them come across as ignorant because they have had too little contact with people of other races but they are not intentionally racist.

Just because a lunatic carrying a confederate flag shot up a black church does not mean that every person who displays it is hateful. The U.S. flag has often been waved by people who believe that all Muslims should be murdered, gay people are going to Hell, all immigrants should be sent home, and all women should stay barefoot and pregnant and everyone understands that does not mean everyone who displays the U.S. flag is hateful. I know! I know! That is different. It really is. The Confederate flag carries a history that is undeniably one of racism and hatefulness but to the majority of the people who display it, it no longer holds that meaning. That is what you need to understand and accept.

And to those of you who are crying about the impending disappearance of your beloved symbol of the South: News flash! The Confederate flag has not been banned! Get a grip. Some states have decided to stop flying it in front of their state capitol buildings. So what? It has not been an official symbol of anything for over 150 years and does not belong in front of any official building. And several retailers have decided to stop selling it. So what? Retailers decide to stop selling products all the time, for all kinds of reasons. Given it’s popularity, there is no doubt that other businesses will spring up overnight for the express purpose of making and selling Confederate flags. And if you happen to think that it should be banned, you need to get a grip. Banning anything only makes it more popular. If you don’t know that then you really don’t know history.

Personally? I am from the south but I have no fondness for the confederate flag. I guess you could say that I find it slightly offensive. Even aside from the race issue, and in spite of the innocent things it represents to some people, I see it as representing a kind of willful ignorance. I would like to see people voluntarily give it up. But they won’t and that’s okay. Mostly, I think everyone should just leave everyone else alone. Let everyone have their symbols and don’t take anything too personally. After all, they’re only symbols. They don’t really mean anything at all.

History of Ties

This is interesting. In addition to a brief history of the necktie it explains that one weird line in the song Yankee Doodle Dandy. And all my life I just thought it was meant to be silly.

A Spot of Tea History

You know… It has never occurred to me to ask “Why are Brits so obsessed with tea?” any more than I would ask, “Why are Americans so obsessed with coffee?” Actually, as a tea drinker, I am a bit more puzzled by the latter question than by the former. (but not really)

Oooo! Books!

23 Books That Everyone With Wanderlust Should Read – I do not have much wanderlust. I like to go and see places but I’m not fond of extended travel – the packing and worrying that I’ll forget something, the living out of a suitcase, the not sleeping in my own bed – bah humbug! But we’re talking about books here! So let’s have a look at the list. I’m just going to skip through it, to the ones that interest me.

There is one book on the list that I have read. A Walk in the Woods by Bill Bryson. It’s about hiking the Appalachian Trail and is both fascinating and funny. It was the first of Bryson’s books that I read and I immediately became a fan.

The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera – Honestly, I don’t know that I’m really interested in this one. I just like the title.

Istanbul: Memories and the City by Orhan Pamuk – I definitely do want to read this one.

The Scapegoat by Daphne du Maurier – Maybe, but not high on my list of must reads.

The Blue Sky by Galsan Tschinag – Definitely.

The Twenty-One Balloons by William Pene du Bois – Balloons? Imaginary islands? Sounds like fun.

Crowfall by Shanta Gokhale – Maybe.

Shantaram: A Novel by Gregory David Roberts – Definitely.

Life of Pi by Yann Martel – We watched the movie recently and I liked it. Strangely, I don’t have any really strong desire to read the book but I’m going to call this a maybe.

Sea and Sardinia by D.H. Lawrence – Another maybe.

About a few of the ones I skipped: I almost put Richard Halliburton’s Complete Book of Marvels down as a maybe. Strangely, perhaps, I have never had any desire to read On the Road. I feel like I need to read something by Hemingway. I think I did read one of his books a long time ago but I can’t remember which one it was and I didn’t find it exactly thrilling. And The Sun Also Rises involves bullfighting. Not a turn-on. And finally, The Paris Wife doesn’t really sound like my kind of thing but for some reason I almost put it on my list as a maybe. Let’s say just a very slight maybe.

American History

The latest book I read was The Heart of Everything That Is: The Untold Story of Red Cloud, An American Legend. I highly recommend this book. Not solely about Red Cloud, it reveals a lot about the history of the American West that most people probably don’t know, and mentions a number of other American legends, such as Crazy Horse, Sitting Bull, and Jim Bridger among others. It is factual and relatively unbiased. Slanted a bit in favor of Native Americans, as you probably expect, but not the usual “noble savages vs. evil Europeans” story. Atrocities, or what we today would call terrorism, were committed by both sides and is not glossed over. (Warning for the squeamish)

A lot of what we think we know about history is wrong or only partly true. I think too many of us get our knowledge of history from movies and TV dramas. The American Indians, the Sioux at least, which is who this book is mainly about, were both more politically sophisticated and more savage than most people believe. Ultimately, they were defeated not by the superior numbers and weapons of European Americans but by the loss of the buffalo, upon which they depended for food, clothing, and shelter.

A quote from the book:

Memory is like riding a trail at night with a lighted torch. The torch casts its light only so far, and beyond that is darkness. – Ancient Lakota saying

The Native American Spock

Leonard Nimoy as a very Spock-like Native American in a 1966 episode of Gunsmoke. Now I really want to see the entire episode.

I found that at Newspaper Rock. The same post, a Native American perspective on Nimoy and his most famous character, contains several longish quotes from other blog posts and articles. Excellent and not to be missed.

Leonard Nimoy

I should write something about Leonard Nimoy, a long, eloquent tribute. But I really don’t have that much to say. Or maybe I just can’t say it all at once. Maybe it will come in little bits over the next few weeks or months. Star Trek premiered when I was 8 years old so I am old enough, just barely, to remember a world without Star Trek and old enough to remember when it was just another popular TV show but it’s not easy to remember. It seems like Star Trek and its characters have always existed and they have a kind of reality beyond mere fiction.

Right from the start I loved the character, Spock, and I wanted to be like him – not totally unemotional but dignified like Spock. The best thing about Star Trek is the interaction between characters but if I had to pick just one favorite from the original series it would be Spock. And if I had to pick a favorite from all the different Star Trek series? Honestly, I guess I would have to call it a tie between Spock and Picard and I love that the two of them got to meet each other.

But Leonard Nimoy was more than just Spock. A character I enjoyed as much as I did Spock, or maybe even a little bit more, was William Bell in Fringe. He was only in a few episodes but he was an enigmatic and hugely important character. For a whole season or more they talked about the mysterious William Bell and when he finally appeared, what a thrill to see that it was Leonard Nimoy! This and other later appearances were especially sweet because I could see how shockingly old he was and I thought, “He might not be with us much longer,” but at the same time I had hope that we would get to see him acting in something just a few more times.

Please go watch this video (embedding disabled)

I Might Be Vintage but I’m Not Antique

I know this isn’t an official definition but I have a strong feeling that anything made in my lifetime cannot be an antique and anything made since I have been an adult cannot be vintage and that last is a bit of an emotional compromise because I really feel that anything made since I was about 10 cannot be vintage. A couple of days ago I joined an antique sewing machines group on Facebook. (Oooo, big surprise, right?) It appears that some members were recently up in arms because someone had posted a picture of a sewing machine from the 1980s. The 1980’s? Really? Well, you can bet that if I had been there I would have been in the group wielding torches and pitchforks.

It occurs to me that everyone has the same definition: “made before I was born, antique; made when I was a kid, vintage.” So, if you’re in your 20s that means that there are a lot more antiques in your world that there are in mine. But what are the real, official definitions of these terms? I found this article on the Difference Between Vintage and Antique on eBay, which seems like a reasonably authoritative source since it’s a site where people are buying and selling things. According to the article, antique is anything valuable or collectable that is over 100 years old. Vintage is anything valuable or collectable that is over 50 years old. There is some flexibility in the definitions, especially for vintage. But, the bottom line is, everyone really needs to stop calling stuff made in the 1980s “vintage.” And it’s certainly, most definitely, NOT antique.