The crazy clothes, the free-form dancing, talk of brotherhood and tolerance–say what you like, there were a lot of good things about it. And who didn’t love the Jackson Five? Who can sit still when you hear those silly songs?
I went off to college with a pair of pinwale corduroy elephant bells and a matching print blouse with four-button cuffs and a collar that went halfway down my chest. I had a baby-blue knit midi-skirt that I wore with my roommate’s white knee boots, which were embroidered with flowers. Embroidery and ethnic accessories were big. I embroidered stuff on a chambray shirt for the guy I dated my sophomore year. He made me a beaded necklace which was too small to go over my head and didn’t have a fastener (oops).
My black friends were heavy into the SuperFly look. Even some of the white guys were. Someone who will remain nameless (to protect the guilty) wore green plaid cuffed bellbottoms with gold-and-green leather platform boots and a brown leather jacket. Believe me, Elton John looked normal back then. My friend Ed kept his “Sergeant Peppers” suit well into the ’80s–brown tweed, four buttons, epaulets on the shoulders, and flared pants. He wore it with a brown leather coat. He was stylin’, for sure.
And the music had a good beat, you could dance to it. That’s probably why disco refuses to die out as wedding and party music. You can’t really dance to the Police, as much as I loved them later on.
Enough nostalgia, already–this is not something I normally indulge in. To paraphrase Woody Allen, life is like a shark. You have to move forward or you die. There are a lot of things about the ’70s I don’t regret leaving behind, like discrimination against women being open and legal. But just one reminder for us all–the Equal Rights Amendment did not pass, and in this advanced 21st century, we still do not have equal pay for equal work. Boogie down on that.