EMBARRASS YOURSELVES

Whenever anyone says that everything used to be so much better, oh boy those good old days, I tend to remember the seventies and shudder. Avocado green plastics, loud paisley shirts with wide lapels (rayon), burgundy corduroy bell bottoms, and patchouli.

Vietnam was ending, Charlie Manson had already done his thing, Jim Jones was just starting.
And Richard Milhouse Nixon was allegedly not a crook.

Cell-phones had not been invented yet, so if people were not paying attention, it was because they were stupid and practicing ambulatory meditation, or simple stoned on something simple like pot or LSD, rather than designer drugs.


The good old days were actually pretty ghastly.


If you want confirmation, open a department store catalogue from that era.
It will give you nightmares.



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