Wasn't Longford a friend/prison visitor of Myra Hindlay, and was vying for her release from prison ?
Yes he was. Believed everyone could change their ways if given a second chance.
Also instrumental in legalising homosexuality. Before changing his mind and deciding he strongly disapproved on moral grounds.
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Many American Ivyists are aspirational because they were introduced to the look through advertising, and the advertising was aspirational.
I think there might be a bit of a filter bubble, though. There were working-class American Ivyists who were not strictly interested in aspirational Ivy. Also, a lot of Ivy items were rejected from the advertising canon when they became too popular, so they are no longer really marketed as being Ivy. If you were to travel back in time to the early 80s, someone wearing Timberland boots, Dickies, a bandana-print shirt, a North Face jacket, and a Kangol flat cap might very well have been someone who got all their clothes from L.L. Bean, as L.L. Bean sold all of those things during the late 70s/early 80s.
Interesting perspective Katon on what LLBean were selling back then.
I could have possibly been wearing Timberland boots, NF jacket and the cap but I don't think I would have been seen dead in the bandana shirt.
I have a claret coloured made in USA Kangol flat cap today that I sometimes wear at football matches. It makes me look like one of the 'Peaky Blinders' (English TV series)
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That's the beautiful thing about Ivy.
In the States it was sold as an aspirational lifestyle thing. It's very American to be able to buy into something rather than to be born into it. it also shows how some of their marketing thinking was light years ahead of the UK. Why not link your brand to aspiration.
In the UK Ivy reflected a break from tradition.Talking to a tailor, whose now in his eighties, he reminded me what office life was like. In the early to mid fifties men often wore detachable hard collars that would cut into your neck during the course of the working day. Also, many offices weren't centrally heated so the average suit weight was a lot heavier. Stricter dress codes were also adhered to.
In my own industry I know that as American agency networks followed their clients into the UK they bought a slightly different dress code with them. Softer fabrics, neater cuts, button down collars and different colours. This must have ben so alien to many men who were still suffering from the effects of rationing, bomb sites and national service.
L.L. Bean used to sell Western souvenirs for the Easterner who treated a visit out West sort of like a visit to another country. I think the bandana-print shirts fell squarely into this category, with maybe a little paisley psychedelia thrown in. A less extreme example might have been having a goose-down vest, but with a Western yoke back rather than the usual back.
So at one time it would have been sort of like those coconut-straw porkpie hats that were souvenirs from the Bahamas, tourist-Ivy. However, if you were to ask an American Ivyist today if a bandana-print shirt or a coconut-straw porkpie were Ivy, they might say yes to the hat but would likely say no to the shirt, because the shirt was ejected from the advertising canon -- those shirts are more associated with hip-hop today.
Ivy in the UK is whatever you want it to be. It's your choice.
I've just been applying stripper to a set of bookshelves I've earmarked for my CD collection. Wearing a USA-made flannel shirt, USA-made fleece (working in my basement, you see) and my worst pair of USA-made 501s. Now I'll take my second shower of the day and get into some better clothing. Simple stuff: just a button-down, an old L.L.Bean cardigan and some better 501s. Then I'll carry on reading about Norman Mailer.
The Americans have a tradition. We do, too - as Alvey outlines above: dull, stodgy clothing for dull, stodgy people. Which is precisely what the English are. My father retired and never wore a tie again, except at my daughter's wedding. That came after retirement, after years of being forced to wear standard office clothing.
In Germany wearing anything American was just different from the drab German conformity. US clothing was modern and cosmopolitan, a break with the tradition and a break with the Nazi past.
Marxists perhaps have as many reasons for historical revisionism than bourgeois historians.
This might explain why most of them did not want to study the Holocaust.
Bop bop hanky panky: You should read Faserland by Christian Kracht.
It was often recommended to me but I never got round to it.
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I suspect, given time (possibly not a great deal), a huge number - perhaps the majority - of people in the UK will identify - more or less - as 'middle class'. Most will have experienced some form of 'higher education', whatever that is now supposed to amount to. As for those that don't, those that are, in the cant phrase, 'left behind'. God only knows what they'll make of themselves or what others will make of them.
The woman responsible for my teacher training couldn't even spell 'pizza'. A sixth-former of mine, who wanted to teach primary age children, could barely spell at all.
If you want a pretty accurate reading of the development of 'higher education' in England over the past half century and more, take the trouble to read Kingsley Amis's essay 'Why Lucky Jim Turned Right'.
Now we and most of Western Europe have to wean off this thinking and start tempering peoples expectations of all being managers or making it big by selling each other coffee. Start training people to do the ordinary jobs like driving HGVs and laying bricks and reward them properly for doing it. We got addicted to cheap foreign labour and skills.
More Sports Education graduates we do not need.
^ Try convincing the educational establishment of that. You'll be accused of 'elitism' - or something equally meaningless.
For a fictional taste of what it means to have prizes for the losers as well as the winners (if you catch my drift) try reading Kurt Vonnegut's short story 'Harrison Bergeron'.