The 70s

Yesterday I was having a discussion with a pal over the relative merits of being in my late 30s in this decade, as opposed to the 1970s. She made some valid points.

Don't you wish (she posited) that you were 39 in 1970 rather than being born 39 years ago in 1970?

So cool. the clothes, the music, the drugs (the lack of drug TESTING)...

Proof, if proof were needed, can be found in this video of a popular beat combo from Winnipeg, Manitoba, showing how it's done:

Now I'm not certain I'm with her on the clothes: man-made fibres and my strawberry roan hair were not designed to co-exist. And I think her summary of the merits of that decade rather over-simplifies a time of great social and economic difficulty. John Travolta did look fucking cool in Saturday Night Fever, though.

She went on: no AIDS, free lovin', big massive cars...

All sounds pretty good, huh? But I'm afraid I've concluded you can keep your 1970s.

The real clincher?

Hairy porn.