For me, the 1950s were a time when people wanted to pretend that everything was fine, in order to give their children - rather than themselves - a happy family life, because adults during that decade were still dealing with the reality of having lived through a world war, and media representations selling the idea of saucepans and lipstick weren't going to wipe away that experience for them.
Maybe it was different in America, because the homeland wasn't so ravaged by what went on, but the dream of having a pristine kitchen and a husband that came home - for women in England who'd lived through the Blitz, seen houses blown apart around them, had her kids sent out to the country, and didn't know if she'd receive a telegram about her man being lost in action... that 'backwards' idea of life would have been a golden future. When you can't control whether you live or die tomorrow in a random bomb blast, the 'bored housewife' lifestyle of being able to stay at home and make cakes is social progress.
So I can't say I have a vision of women being weak during that time, only of a desire to rationalise the trauma and chaos of the previous decade through this idea of a scenario where men and women knew their place and life would unfold as expected. That's how they gathered themselves and moved on with life. But people knew better. They wanted to get away from the war, but it was always inside. In a way, when we look back, we are the ones who fall for the life on sale in the 1950s catalogues, and mistake it for reality, because we didn't live through the hard times, and cannot truly factor in the impetus for social escape on that scale, nor the inability to do so.
When I think back to my own female relatives, during that era, they demonstrated more strength in negotiating the path of their lives than I do in anything I face today. I don't see a photo of them, with their 1950's hairstyles, and pity them for their circumstances - they put me to shame.
And if I were to view the decades through yet another country - Ireland - a different definition of life would show itself. What seems like social restraint in an American context would have represented unimaginable freedom in others.
So where some see weakness, I see strength, and people coming to terms with life, trying to tidy the chaos away and piece together a future they could only dare to hope for in a simple form, because two world wars during the past fifty years had taught them they had no control over anything, other than what they did in their own homes, and even then, they weren't safe. So oven gloves really did represent a utopia of a sort.