....................but when I do, I read P. J. O'Rourke's essay.
The majority of Americans alive today hadn't been born yet in the 1960's. But we of a certain age (the age that grips the levers of power, pulls strings of purse and has the biggest mouth) can't stop reliving each moment.
Partly it's the poignancy of the decade. It started so well. Handsome young couple in the White House, recovery from the 1960 recession, the Pill, upbeat message movies like 101 Dalmations and Spartacus, Hugh Hefner's illuminating "Playboy philosophy" and the clean-cut Kingston Trio leading sing-alongs in short-sleeve shirts with big, wide, cheerful stripes.
Then it went so wrong. Shooting and killing and troops in combat gear, not only in Watts and Detroit but all the way over in Khe Sanh, South Vietnam. Feminists were suddenly angry for some, as far as men could tell, feminine reason. I had to maintain a C average to avoid the draft. Turns out you can't fly after you take LSD. There was a war on poverty. We lost. And it rained at Woodstock.
-Full essay can be found here