70's Girl

Sandwiched somewhere between Baby Boomers and Generation-X exists a demographic without an identity.  We are those who spent our childhood in the 60's and our teen years in the 70's.  While Boomers are a product of Viet Nam and of Woodstock, we're a product of Watergate, the end of said war, and of the draft as well.  Gen-X related to MTV, whereas we related to Saturday Night Live when it was still called Saturday Night Live.  So, what are we? 

As one who loved the 1970's,  I'm unabashed and relentless in my desire to preserve cherished memories from a decade more or less forgotten, or at least seemingly overlooked.  Mood rings, bean bag chairs, platform shoes, and a waterbed were all "must haves", along with bedroom walls covered with fluorescent posters brought to life by the magic of a black light.  Listening to records while burning a little incense pretty much completes the picture.

We wore headbands, hot pants, and halter tops.  Three television networks brought us Happy Days, The Love Boat, and MASH.  Movie theaters featured one single movie title.  The original versions of Jaws, Rocky, and Star Wars were among the movies we saw, never dreaming that they'd live on, not only as sequels, but would be available for viewing 24/7.  We listened to Led Zeppelin and the Doobie Brothers on albums we bought at Eucalyptus Records.  There were no music platforms or internet, and our music was not held hostage by monthly subscriptions.  Songs now classified as "classic" rock were simply what was on the radio.  Then there was college, bringing disco and the toga party.  Topics for another time.  

Of course leisure suits and 8-track tapes were part of the 70's as well.  Proof that no generation is without its share of flaws, and as such, none can truly boast perfection.

A song from that era, "A  Horse With No Name" seems a fitting reference to a demographic more or less forgotten.  We're not Boomers, we're not Gen-Xers.  We're just what we are. 

So we'll just Keep on Truckin'.