Why the 70s Make Me Happy: Open Book Blog Hop
Every once in a while I like to jump on a blog hop if the subject matter interests me. This one asks, which decade is your favorite?
Here’s the skinney. People make fun of the 70s, but I have great memories of that decade. During those years, I was between the ages of 10 and 20. In the mid-70s, I was a teen and some of those years make me downright nostalgic.
Maybe because the last couple of years have been tough ones for me, I reminisce about those carefree days when my biggest concern was which bell bottoms and platform shoes to wear, which Simon and Garfunkel album to buy, and which color my mood ring would turn on any given day.
Although the sexual revolution and pot smoking was in its heyday, I was young and led a pretty sheltered life. The decade was still plenty cheesy and still innocent by today’s standards. Just watch reruns of popular shows like the Brady Bunch, Gilligan’s Island, Happy Days, The Waltons, and Little House on the Prairie. I mean, we were so innocent we pretended rocks were pets. Have a nice day and happy faces were splattered everywhere. We’d spend hours simply making macrame chokers, bracelets, and plant hangers.
While my Mom was on a health food kick and trying to sneak wheat germ into our food and convince me carob was as good as chocolate, I was downing Ding Dongs, Hostess chocolate cupcakes with the white swirled icing on top, and fruit pies with chocolate fillings. My mouth is watering now. Miraculously, I still stayed skinny as a rail. Those were the days!
Even home décor became more down to earth. Out went the space age look of the 60s and in came more conservative styles with oranges, gold, browns, and rust styled with splashes of bright colors and geometrical designs.
Okay, the 70s had some really weird fashion. I can’t defend it. The decade was especially hard on the guys with polyester leisure suits, short shorts, plaid and vertically striped pants, embroidered collars, and high heeled shoes (although this was a break for short guys). Girls didn’t fare much better with giant sunglasses perched on our noses, horrifying jumpsuits, huge collars, sky high platform shoes, bell bottomed jeans decorated with embroidery or studs, and chunky belted brown cardigans. I won’t even talk about all the splash of rude colors and patterns we wore. The perms and Farrah hair weren’t any better.
Still, sometimes I pine for the days when me and my friends would practice the hustle in the school bathroom, when guys called me foxy, and everything was far out.
And you have to admit, some of our music was pretty fab and funky. What’s cooler than some of the 70 classics like the Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen, Hotel California by the Eagles, Joy to the World by Three Dog Night, I Will Survive by Gloria Gaynor, and You’re So Vain by Carly Simon. Can you dig it? Right on!
As the KC and the Sunshine Band sang back in the day, “That’s the way, uh huh, uh huh, I like it. Uh huh, uh huh.”
What’s your favorite decade? I’d love to know! Please share in the comments below.
Here are a few links to other bloggers explaining what their favorite decade is and the reasons why.
- See what blogger P J Fiala’s favorite decade is – hint – it’s different than mine!
- What’s Stevie Turner‘s favorite decade and why?
- Check out Lela Markham’s favorite decade by visiting her blog.
- Learn why Tracy Krimmer loved the 80s.
- K. Williams chose the fabulous 40s.
- Learn why Aurora Watcherak chose the roaring 20s.
If you’re a blogger and want to join, please click on the button with the frog on the right to link in. Here are the rules:
- Link your blog to this hop.
- Notify your following that you are participating in this blog hop.
- Promise to visit/leave a comment on all participants’ blogs.
- Tweet/or share each person’s blog post. Use #OpenBook when tweeting.
- Put a banner on your blog that you are participating.
So bloggers, join in the fun. And the rest of you, keep on truckin and I’ll catch you on the flip side!
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