Posted on 05/05/2019 8:07:24 AM PDT by DIRTYSECRET
Mackenzie Phillips was like 12 or 13 there and that *is* a bar.
o.O
I recall the fun started around 1966.
“Only Jazz Musicians were smoking marijuana”
Harry Nilson always looked uncomfortable in his own skin.
In this picture, too.
In the 60s, I was still running around my backyard in my underwear, telling everyone I was Tarzan.
/didn’t miss a thing
:D
Wrote some great songs, though.
In 1969, when I was not yet 8, my oblivious dad got the bright idea to take us to Canada for a vacation.
I will never forget the trailer camp we stayed at one night.
It was full of hippies, naked, dancing and screaming, burning draft cards and bras in trashcans.
Looking at them through the trailer windows was like a glimpse into Dante’s Inferno.
The campground had no hookups so we had to use the public bathrooms.
My dad marched me, my mom and my gramma to them with a .44 Magnum stuffed under his shirt.
They screamed and hooted at us all as we made our way to the bathrooms.
I’ve hated hippies ever since that night.
Walton High School was integrated in 1966.
My best friend was probably the alpha male in our senior class. Ruggedly handsome and a great athlete. He became a Naval Aviator and retired from the Navy.
I remember he spent a lot of time trying to get a girl to as he said it, “put out”. He was a virgin when we graduated. Probably still one when he got married.
It was a different world.
It probably was media-driven - the media mavens were high on the mass-reach power of TV, and testing the extent of their influence. In the early- to mid-sixties there probably weren't all that many people that took the bait, but by the seventies plenty of followers were experimenting in sex, drugs, art, music, and so on. Some people chose to back out of the decline, but many just went with the media-reinforced flow after that. American pop culture has been degenerating ever since, and has taken mainstream culture down a peg with it.
My first actual hippie was at Disneyland in 1968
Sixth grade
Pirates of the Caribbean ride in line
Beads really long hair and embroidered jeans and Indian stoyle shirt smelling of patchouli
His woman had similar garb and a tank top no bra which even at eleven got my attention lol
My mom Miss Mississippi of course had to talk to everyone and so struck up a conversation withe her
They were foreign from Denmark lol
I think my dad liked the girl too honestly
I sat on 707 alone coming back from NYC with my first bell bottoms and it was a milk run plane
Idlewild JFK to Atlanta to Montgomery to Jackson Miss to Shreveport to Dallas
I got on and the stew sat me next to a preppie hippie who was attending college in Nea York and headed home to Dallas
He looked out for me the whole trip honestly....he smoked I was curious even then...tobacco
My uncle was in mid school in 1963-65
His best buddy went to Timothy Leary event in New Orleans and became a follower and dropped out and moved to Millbrook and then the West Coast and by the 70s was living in a commune in Hawaii with a family
That’s my first hippies I ever recall
We used to see them in the French Quarter a lot....cops there hated them
I was a long hair smoked weed a lot and tripped but we weren’t hippies
We had guns and were sorta redneck though soft about race compared to the klan which was around then
My kids like to say I was a hippie though
We were more like libertinians with arms and attitudes and idealism admittedly and quite randy as well....hell what’s your twenties for
I’ll always remember the Coop.
The end of innocence .
“and Indian stoyle shirt smelling of patchouli”
ugh. Patchouli. Boy am I glad that went out of style. That and incense in general. Orange County reeked of it.
Mid sixties seemed to be about the time the old morality started to crumble to make way for the new do your own thing mentality - sadly, lots of kids not too bright or sophisticated, anxious to fit in with what appeared to be happening, jumped in without really knowing how to handle the new “freedom” - knew one such young lady - her son will be fifty-four this year.....
1969. If that was Canada by upstate New York in August you must have run into Woodstock’s overflow.
“Sorry you weren’t getting any.
I had to fend them off”
Best explanation ever. The widespread usage of birth control pills in the 60s changed our society. It changed who scored and who didn’t.
Prior to birth control, women did not want sex outside of marriage for one reason... the baby.
Post birth control, a majority of young women ...and teens ... wanted sex with the guy to whom they were physically attracted, regardless of his suitability as the father of a kid. In my NW Chicago Catholic neighborhood virtually every Polish, Italian and Irish girl I knew age 16 to 26 was doing it. The Puerto Ricans were a little behind...maybe 80% were doing it. The Mexican girls were even farther behind .... maybe 50% were doing it.
One Catholic Pastor/Priest was openly doing it with the Catholic head of the public welfare system. The post Vatican II attitude of all the old Polish and Italian women who felt born in the wrong generation was the remark:
“At least he isn’t doing it with little boys, like the other priests.”
The daughters of Sen Chuck Percy openly joked with Catholic High School girls “give a fuck for Chuck”. There is no doubt in my mind that some of those high school girls did.
Of course, the pill didn’t always work. And sometimes girls weren’t taking the pill when they came across a cute guy. The 80% success of the pill is the reason for the abortion rate.
Another thing that sparked the sexy sixties was the advent of diet pills, Escatrol, Dexamil, Dexadrine et all. The overweight gals slimmed down and back into the dating pool. More opportunities for all!
In a way, the end of a way of life.
And it's not love, either.
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