Not sure why I'm feeling nostalgic today, but was thinking about my childhood years, and thought I would share some insights into 'the olden days' of the 1960's
Corvettes cost $5000 (dollars) new..bell bottoms, mini skirts, and those ridiculous shoes with the 5-inch block heels (frankenbooties!)..the same bell bottoms were also low-rider hip huggers.
Sixties was the decade of temporary colorblindness - bright green, purple and orange were often mixed, tie-dying and fuzzed-out hippie hair, cullottes (a wierd combo of shorts and skirts) were allowed for the first time in schools, but no cullotte or skirt could be shorter than where the tip of the longest finger met the thigh.
"Bouffant" hairdos and black horn-rimmed glasses were the fashion statement. "Bouffant" means hair was put up in rollers wet, dried with this contraption that put a plastic bonnet over the head with a heated air blower attached - kind of like putting the exhaust hose of a clothes dryer and plug it into a shower cap thingy.....then, you would take your "toasted" hair out of this torture chamber, tease it beyond recognition ("teasing" basically means creating strategically placed knotted up wads of hair in order to give the illusion of volume--although one had to take care in the "teasing" process that it did not go to extreme and "p*** off the hair") and sculpt it with a spray-gum product called "Final Net" - this concrete coiff would last a good 5 days between shampooing.
There was a product called "creme rinse" that was the precursor to conditioner - it's primarypurpose was to "oil up" the hair, no doubt to make it possible to maneuver a comb through the mass of self-inflicted Final Net-cemented hairballs (and probably why we didn't wash our hair more than once a week - this ritual of un-tangling and subsequent re-tangling was time consuming and exhausting)
There was also an undergarment known as the "girdle" which essentially was a combination of tourniquet-strength rubber and metal stays, designed to reposition body fat by squeezing it into submission (and subsequently cut off oxygen to the brain cells, or we would NEVER have worn these circulatory torture devices) - the inevitable perimeter where the girdle ended and flesh began was evidenced by a lump of desperately escaping flab.
Give me today anyday!
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