In 1965, most of us wore crew cuts.

[4est_4est_Gump]

Over one inch and it was off to the back porch and the clippers.

The Beatles didn't even have hippie hair.

Nobody ever talked about gays.

We had blue laws.

No hippies...



We told Polack jokes, Kike jokes, Spic jokes and Mexican jokes.

What do you get when you hire one Mexican?
A hard worker.
What do you get when you hire two Mexicans.
Half a good worker.
What do you get when you hire three Mexicans?
Nothing done.

We're going can hunting. Mexicans, Africans, Puerto Ricans...

Did you hear the one about the Polish Submarine?
Screen hatches so that it won't get stuffy...

I was an INDIAN.

There was no such thing as native American.

If anyone took clippers to someone's head, it was because they looked like a girl...

Not saying all that much, just FYI.

 

[4est_4est_Gump]

Children were actually meant to be seen and not heard...

Nick Cohen is an atheist and former leftist who writes for the Observer and Guardian newspapers in Britain. His most recent book, entitled “You Can’t Read This Book,” examines the new forms of censorship that are emerging in the 21st century. He warned those at the Oslo Freedom Forum that many in the West now “surround taboo subjects with a bodyguard of politically correct humbug. This form of self-censorship has had a profound effect on liberalism.” He noted that “censorship is at its most effective when no one admits that it exists. ‘No one else is complaining, so move along now,’ becomes the mantra.”

http://www.nationalreview.com/articles/299765/censoring-naomi-riley-john-fund

 

[lovetoread]

Some of us were not born yet.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

We always got to wear a bit of hair - not crewcuts.


Some of the kids had "pineapples" - bangs in front and a crewcut everywhere else.


Think mullet in reverse.


Hadn't thought of those in years.

 

[MeeMie]

In 1965, most of us wore crew cuts.

until The Beatles arrived.... those mop heads changed everything ...
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahhhhhh

 

[4est_4est_Gump]

Some of us were not born yet.

I know, that's why I decided to give some perspective.

We had Negoes, Nigras, and Coloreds.

In a few years we would be told to call them proud Blacks...



African-America?

Don't make me laugh...

 

[4est_4est_Gump]

We always got to wear a bit of hair - not crewcuts.


Some of the kids had "pineapples" - bangs in front and a crewcut everywhere else.


Think mullet in reverse.


Hadn't thought of those in years.

Yes and the pink stickum to try and hold it down...

until The Beatles arrived.

They did not change the hairstyling of Middle America in 18 months...

 

[MeeMie]

They did not change the hairstyling of Middle America in 18 months...

Right, it was much sooner than that.

 

[4est_4est_Gump]

Right, it was much sooner than that.

Which 1965 did you grow up in?


Love Me Do I think it was
And from there it didn't take him long...

 

[Ishmael]

Funny how the Polacks had the best Polish jokes, the Italians the best wop jokes, etc. We were still able to laugh at ourselves.

Ishmael

 

[4est_4est_Gump]

Funny how the Polacks had the best Polish jokes, the Italians the best wop jokes, etc. We were still able to laugh at ourselves.

Ishmael

My Uncle was one of those German Poles, and man, he would have us in stitches...

 

[4est_4est_Gump]

Reminds me!


The Italian Helicopter:

The big blade went WOP WOP WOP WOP...
and the little blade went diego, diego, diego...

 

[MeeMie]

Which 1965 did you grow up in?


Love Me Do I think it was
And from there it didn't take him long...

Same 1965 ... but, I guess, a different place than you.

My 1965 yearbook is filled with mop head portraits.

 

[4est_4est_Gump]

We didn't even wear bell bottoms until the 70s...





That's when I went even more radical; traded the crewcut for a high and tight.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Italian snow tires: dago thru mud, dago thru snow, dago thru sleet, and when dago flat, dago WOPWOPWOP.

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

I know, that's why I decided to give some perspective.

We had Negoes, Nigras, and Coloreds.

In a few years we would be told to call them proud Blacks...



African-America?

Don't make me laugh...

Back in 1816 they preferred 'AFRAM,' thank you very much!

 

[4est_4est_Gump]

Italian snow tires: dago thru mud, dago thru snow, dago thru sleet, and when dago flat, dago WOPWOPWOP.

*chuckle*

 

[Wat_Tyler]

My friend's big brother took us for a ride in his '57 Vette before he left for 'Nam.


I ruined my good shoes playing in the fresh tar in the street. Mom was disappointed, but she understood.

 

[phrodeau]

Selective memory there. You honestly want us to believe that in the 1960's short hair was the standard for native American males?

 

[4est_4est_Gump]

My friend's big brother took us for a ride in his '57 Vette before he left for 'Nam.


I ruined my good shoes playing in the fresh tar in the street. Mom was disappointed, but she understood.

I remember saying goodbye to my cousins one by one as they went to do their duty...

Most of them went to sea though...

 

[4est_4est_Gump]

Selective memory there. You honestly want us to believe that in the 1960's short hair was the standard for native American males?

Tell us about your memories of 1965 then.



They called us Indians. It's idiots like you who came up with the Native American crap as part of your penance for a guilt you never incurred...

 

[Joeybagadonuts]

In the spring of '64 Kesey and the Pranksters buy an old schoolbus that has been converted with beds and a sink for a trip they are planning to visit New York's World Fair in July. The Pranksters go to work on the bus, painting it and putting intricate wiring and sound systems into it so that they can experience all of the sounds "outside the bus, inside the bus, or inside your own freaking larynx" and "rap" off those sounds.
On their first trip into Northern California on the bus the entire group gets stoned on LSD and begins to experience a burning forest around them. It is not clear whether they are seeing a real forest fire, or are simply hallucinating. What is real, however, is the state patrol officer that pulls the bus over for erratic driving. Cassady, who is driving, begins a long, confusing speech on the nature of the bus while the rest of the Pranksters, wearing neon masks, roll around in the grass on the side of the road. The officer is utterly confused and asks the group whether they are part of the carnival, to which they respond in the affirmative.

The group stops in Arizona to take (and film) their first acid trip. Kesey, Babbs, and Paula Sundstein all take acid while other members of the Pranksters film the trip. Paula dives into a lake and comes up with mud and grass in her hair, and all of the Pranksters go wild. The filming continues on the road, and the group pulls into Phoenix. It's 1964 and Barry Goldwater is running for President, so the group attaches signs to the bus that say "A Vote for Barry is a Vote for Fun" and ride up and down the streets of Phoenix, annoying the citizens, but sparking interest nonetheless. Each member of the group gets his or her own nickname, and the trip continues.

 

[phrodeau]

I remember saying goodbye to my cousins one by one as they went to do their duty...

Most of them went to sea though...

Did they or didn't they wear bell bottoms?

 

[4est_4est_Gump]

In the spring of '64 Kesey and the Pranksters buy an old schoolbus that has been converted with beds and a sink for a trip they are planning to visit New York's World Fair in July. The Pranksters go to work on the bus, painting it and putting intricate wiring and sound systems into it so that they can experience all of the sounds "outside the bus, inside the bus, or inside your own freaking larynx" and "rap" off those sounds.
On their first trip into Northern California on the bus the entire group gets stoned on LSD and begins to experience a burning forest around them. It is not clear whether they are seeing a real forest fire, or are simply hallucinating. What is real, however, is the state patrol officer that pulls the bus over for erratic driving. Cassady, who is driving, begins a long, confusing speech on the nature of the bus while the rest of the Pranksters, wearing neon masks, roll around in the grass on the side of the road. The officer is utterly confused and asks the group whether they are part of the carnival, to which they respond in the affirmative.

The group stops in Arizona to take (and film) their first acid trip. Kesey, Babbs, and Paula Sundstein all take acid while other members of the Pranksters film the trip. Paula dives into a lake and comes up with mud and grass in her hair, and all of the Pranksters go wild. The filming continues on the road, and the group pulls into Phoenix. It's 1964 and Barry Goldwater is running for President, so the group attaches signs to the bus that say "A Vote for Barry is a Vote for Fun" and ride up and down the streets of Phoenix, annoying the citizens, but sparking interest nonetheless. Each member of the group gets his or her own nickname, and the trip continues.

Electric Koolaid Acid Test

 

[4est_4est_Gump]

Did they or didn't they wear bell bottoms?

What are your memories?