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The 70’s were an interesting decade.
It was an era of political upheaval and social unrest. Vietnam and Watergate were serious issues.
Shag carpeting and lava lamps were not.
I was a kid and fondly remember wearing a purple suede fringed vest with purple and grey striped bell bottom jeans. Mini skirts, halter tops, thigh high boots… women’s fashion was bright, bold, colorful and an awful lot of fun.
Men’s?
Not so much.
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Sorry guys.
I still have nightmare about your leisure suits.
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And if you can use it?
I promise I’ll try not to judge…
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When I saw that picture I knew it was going to be good bad.
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Please note the author of the article’s name. That can’t be a coincide….
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Buzz Lightyear was iconic. His original name? Not so much.
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Lunar Larry wouldn’t get anywhere near infinity and beyond.
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I’m confused.
Can naked dressing even be considered dressing?
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Those aren’t the only things it will get wrong.
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I’m with Kate.
Pass the Mac and cheese..
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You know I’m never going to run out of these.
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Just when you think things can’t get any more ridiculous….
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They do.
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And speaking of nipples….
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Jesus wept.
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Humans aren’t a very bright species. Id say that’s proof..
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Call me crazy, but if you’re living somewhere illegally? It’s probably not a great idea to call this much attention to yourself.
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You’re here.
What else are you gonna do?
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I entered my teenage years in the 1970’s and believe me, there were plenty of inexplicable things.
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Did we buy rocks we could just as easily have picked up in the backyard? Sure. But they came with fake hay and a nifty cardboard box. Who didn’t want that?
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Dr. Scholls. They were clunky, heavy, unattractive and you couldn’t wait to buy the next new color when it was released. You wore them, admit it.
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If you were a young girl in the ‘70’s? Your mother dressed you like this. I believe it is the reason many of us drink.
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This.
I wish I had a video of myself endlessly bopping around our backyard on what was then my favorite toy. This thing rocked! As well as bounced the living crap out of your internal organs. We had a slight hill on your property and let me tell you… 7 year old River airborne down a hill on a Hoppity Hop was a thing of beauty.
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Yes, also inexplicable was the 1970 desire to cover bathrooms in horrendous waves of thick, preferably shag, brightly hued carpeting. Mustard, olive green and turquoise were da bomb.
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While my parent’s home was filled with antiques and the occasional hint of Danish modern in the 70’s… aka the era of questionable taste…thankfully it didn’t include this particular “western” couch… but I can guarantee you knew someone who owned one and loved it. I knew many someones and sadly the couches were still in their homes in the 80’s.
Finally, no visit to the ‘70’s would be complete without this.
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Being chosen to run the overhead projector during class? That was the epitome of cool.
Your turn!
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Cats.
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They’re so judgmental.
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I’ve heard of drunks wearing lampshades, but Ibis?
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I do not recommend this. Bears with the munchies can wreak havoc in your yard.
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And you thought the movie was pure nonsense.
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I don’t even want to know what’s going on here. Nope.
And finally, Thanksgiving preparations are underway at Mark’s house….
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Why does Facebook insist on picking out clothing for me?
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And why doesn’t this dress have arms? These are the kind of questions that keep me up at night.
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Dolly Parton called, she wants her coat back.
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Is that a shawl? An air conditioned skirt? So many unanswered questions…
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Oh goody. No need to buy the matching pom poms, they’re already attached.
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Since I don’t own an open bust cat suit? I doubt I’ll be needing the required undergarments.
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I’m sorry. But that just looks like a giant maxi pad.
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Some things naturally go together. Cookies and milk? Of course. Macaroni and cheese? You know it. Gin and tonic? I’ll bring the limes, cheers!
But fast food and shoes?
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Clearly Madison Avenue was on a 6 martini lunch that day.
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And if that’s not stupid enough?
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Crocs – Ugliest. Shoe. Ever.
And I live in Maine, home of the L.L. Bean boot.
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KFC Crocs?
For the love of God, why.
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As if all the weirdo products aren’t bad enough, now Facebook wants to dress me.
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At first glance I thought that was a skirt.
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Do I want to walk around furred and feathered?
I do not.
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Gender neutral? How about plain hideous.
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I despise Crocs and have never worn one. Adding a flashlight to the toe will not change my mind.
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I’m picturing me trying to get in (or out) of this dress after a few martinis. It’s not a pretty picture..
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Being in my fifties and happily married for 38 years, I admit there are days when my normal beauty routine takes a back seat to comfort, convenience and a why bother attitude. My pedicure is in need of a touch up and no, it wouldn’t hurt to retire those comfy yoga pants that are wearing a bit thin in places.
Our house is a no judgement zone but clearly my news feed is not. They’re constantly bombarding me with ridiculous articles and ads pushing the idea that I’ll never be pretty, thin or young enough.
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I have special conditioners for my hair, my face, my hands and my feet… for the love of God, I do not need one for my eyebrows.
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I fear for this generation. I really do.
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Did they really say mature women with a straight face? No one wants to see mature women in a pair of Daisy Dukes and a sleeveless top cut down to there. Don’t believe me? Go shopping at Wal Mart on a warm summer afternoon.
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I’m hardly what anyone would call fashion savvy these days. When I was young and thin? Sure. But now, since I’m… curvy, voluptuous, fluffy, …. not, Maine has had her way with me and my wardrobe mainly consists of jeans and boots for winter, tee shirts and sandals for summer. The older I get the more I dress for comfort, but that hasn’t stopped me from glancing at the occasional clothing site from time to time.
It’s hard to believe these are the most loved styles, but what do I know? I’m from Maine where dressing up consists of ironing your flannel.
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This looks a bit too much like a lampshade for my taste, but okay.
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The next time I’m feeling the urge to step out with Budweiser Clydesdale feathered fetlocks… these will be my go to jeans.
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A modern spin on the classic black cocktail dress. For those nights you feel like channeling both Mrs. Maisel and a Brontosaurus.
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