Thursday, March 10, 2011

Nice and Easy

I am a child of the 70’s. I am drawn to all things having to do with The Love Boat, Seals and Croft style soft rock am radio, and Free to Be You and Me. I love it for the nostalgia of my childhood, proud that I experienced a time when my friends and I rode in the way back with the window open of my dad’s faux wood paneled station wagon. We barreled down the highway, not strapped into anything, face whipped by the wind, mouths stained red from guzzling Hawaiian Punch, and my parents smoking cigarettes in the front seats. There was no doubt in our minds that what we were doing was so perfectly right.

Today, I strap my girls in tight with their seat belts, and they automatically snap on their bike helmets and I carefully monitor what they watch on the television, and I wouldn’t dream of doing it any other way. However, I experience a strange satisfaction knowing I survived without bike helmets, car seats and heavy doses of Fantasy Island.

I can get lost for hours looking at pictures from that time, caught in a swirl of shiny jumpsuits exiting studio 54, the rock and roll denim, and of course, the large amounts of hair. Whether it was Farrah Fawsett’s golden mane or Grizzly Adams, there were grand, copious amounts of hair. Jennifer Aniston may have had an iconic haircut with The Rachel in the ‘90’s but it does not nearly have the same impact as the gorgeous pride of Angela Davis’ afro. People just seemed hairier in the 1970’s. It was a time when long hair represented power, rebellion and the waxing industry was a far off, distant dream.

1 comment:

  1. Awww..."rest your head on it and take a nap" -- zzzzzzz.... :)