The best thing about growing up in the 70s is that once you’ve worn hip hugging light green polyester bell bottoms with little lavender flowers, nothing else in life can possibly make you feel self-conscious. I also had platform shoes, hot pants, halters, Danskin Leotards, HUGE glasses, lots of plaid and full-on disco gear. Heaven help me.
I am embarrassed to admit that I was listening to the Partridge Family, Jackson 5, the Osmonds, the Captain and Tennille, KC and the Sunshine Band, Barry Manilow and Rupert Holmes. I even saw Tony Orlando and Dawn in Concert, which is a few hours of my life that I’ll never get back.
Anyone of my generation who claims to have no 1970s skeletons in their closets is LYING. It was a time of questionable taste. Come on. Admit it. Confession is good for the soul.
While I was wearing all those ridiculous clothes and listening to all that awful music though, my taste in TV was pretty good. Who can find fault with All in the Family, the Mary Tyler Moore Show, the Carol Burnett Show, Maude, M*A*S*H, the Odd Couple, Mary Hartman, the Muppet Show, Soap, and Lou Grant? So I’d like to think there is still hope for me.
Just don’t ever try to get me into bell bottoms again.
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