There are many photos of me, as a kid, dressed out in full 1970s pimp-daddy fashion: polyester vests, wide collars over jackets, knee socks, Pumas, mother of pearl snap shirt buttons. The whole nine. I thought my surviving Seventies fashion was fortunate enough. Now I wonder if I’m lucky to have gotten out of the decade alive.
Was the entire decade this self-absorbed? Were people really this twisted and narcissistic? I would have thought there was only so much damage head scarves and hideous yellow housewares could do to one’s self-esteem. Apparently I misunderestimated those effects.
Bah. What a rotten flick. Stupid me-me-ME! people.