The Art of Words
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Thursday, 17 September 2026
What I Don't Miss about the 60s continued
An illuminating conversation on twitter with @d4doome. I am @richmondie.
@d4doome Woodstock was as much a Greatest Generation thing as a Boomer thing. It's easy to forget that it was mostly the Greatest Generation that unleashed the horrors of hippiedom upon us. The whole counter-culture catastrophe was the product of the Greatest Generation. Case in point:
@MericaCulture In hindsight, Woodstock was like a ritual sacrifice where boomers gathered to offer up their cultural inheritance at the altar of secular materialism in exchange for wanton hedonism.
@richmondie We had some good ideas... Thanks to the pill there was no point waiting till you were married. No reason not to shack up. As a contemporary said, once the dangers of pregnancy and disease went, society stopped holding up its hands in horror, ostracising you or claiming you'd go to Hell.
@d4doome It was an era of social engineering. Some of it well-intentioned. Some of it malicious. Some of it worked. Some of it was catastrophic.
@richmondie That sounds right. The social engineers thought they were Plato's Guardians and they have not gone away.
@d4doome There was a concerted push to destroy marriage. But there was nothing with which to replace it.
@richmondie Also dating. Marriage is just a bit of paper - we shall experiment with alternative living arrangements with free love and bring up children in common. The children are still having therapy. And it had all been done 100 years before in the States. Lots of room to set up a Utopian community.
@d4doome Yep. And yes, so much of the hippie ethos was recycled Victorian/Edwardian era cultism.
I can still hardly quite believe that hippiedom was a house of cards. In the 80s there was a group that travelled about in vans. New Age Travellers? Though my career was taking off, I secretly wanted to join them. But where did you sign up? They vanished without trace - or rather they came to a halt somewhere, got jobs and paired off and had kids.
More here, and links to the rest.
Monday, 27 July 2026
What I Don't Miss About the 70s, 5
Somebody on Twitter/X asked: Who were the Manosphere 50 years ago? I replied:
They were the man down the pub.
They were the man down the pub who knew the answer to everything.
They were the landlord who wouldn't let women order at the bar until the law forced him to.
They were the Turkish old men's club.
They were gentlemen's clubs in Pall Mall.
They were magazine editors who didn't run pieces by women but published any dross by their friends.
They were the ones who claimed "women can't drive" until you showed them the stats.
They were the ones who told you women don't have logical minds - and who couldn't follow an argument.
Who claimed women only worked for "pin money", so they didn't need equal pay.
Who shouted "Cheer up, love it may never happen!"
Who wrote ads for airlines: "I'm Mandy, fly me!"
Who plastered their workplaces with pix cut out of porn mags, so that women couldn't work there.
Who sold porn mags in every newsagent, displayed within view of children.
Who sold "joke" keyrings reading "Avoid r@pe, say yes!"
Who sold cigarillos with the slogan: "You've come a long way, baby!"
We've still got a way to go. I complained about the keyrings and got a frosty response. But next time I went into the shop, the proprietor said: "You know, I've been thinking about what you said, and I've taken the keyrings off sale."
More about the 70s here, and links to the rest.

