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Nothing is as simple as black and white. The quintessentially American small town of Pleasantville, Georgia hadn't changed since 1955. While the world outside had been constantly evolving over the past decade, the citizens of Pleasantville were seemingly stuck in a Bermuda Triangle of sorts — but they didn't know it. A day in the life of a Pleasantville resident was like an episode of an All-American sitcom. Each family owned a beautiful home and consisted of at least two children, a family dog, and a freshly painted white picket fence. The man of the house worked from 9 to 5, every once in a while putting in extra hours, and depended on his wife to take care of the household duties and children while absent from his own parental role. At night, after a long, grueling day at work, he would join his friends and co-workers at the local bowling alley for a friendly game or two and maybe even a drink, if he was bold enough to indulge himself. In the meanwhile, his children attended school, excelling in all subjects — both academically and socially. They were the hope for the future after all, a future that no one looked too deeply into but nonetheless thought about. His son, while not as focused on his classroom studies, constantly thought about sports and the girl next door, and his daughter, while boasting of a high grade point average, was a member of the cheerleading team and constantly compared herself to the girl who sat next to her, scheming on ways to grab a boy's attention. But what did the women do? That was simple. They cooked elaborate meals throughout the day, cleaned the house until not a speck of dust was left in sight, browsed the shops for the latest fashion (which, in Pleasantville, was always a decade behind), and occasionally played bridge together. In other words, they spent their days doing things a mother and an American woman ought to do. ( Read on! ) |
