Yet Another Grandmother Dancing To Popular Music

There was a time when men would eye her from across the room, and make discrete inquiries into her name and social situation. There was a time when she wore flowing dresses and thought her parents were idiots and smoked unfiltered cigarettes and sat on her hands in the backseat of an automobile. There was a time when her laugh lit up the room and a hospital room was an abstract concept and the names of next year’s dance steps hadn’t even been invented yet but people in Chicago were working on it. These things don’t just go away entirely, but their shape does change. (Via RatsOff.)