Fads of the Seventies

When I started student teaching in the earlier 70’s, a middle-school student came up to me with the very first question of my career! Unfortunately, that question was whether I streaked. I shared the question with my faculty supervisor, and he howled. I also shared the experience with my college roommate, who proclaimed streaking to be “a non-innocent fad.” 🙀
 
1970s men's tweed jacket:


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confession: I still like the look
 
Fyrefox said:
When I started student teaching in the earlier 70’s, a middle-school student came up to me with the very first question of my career! Unfortunately, that question was whether I streaked. I shared the question with my faculty supervisor, and he howled. I also shared the experience with my college roommate, who proclaimed streaking to be “a non-innocent fad.” 🙀
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My mother, in her 80's at the time, was in Margate on a coach trip and encountered a streaker. She clapped and gave him a cheer, then she looked round and all the other old ladies were tut tutting!
 
RadishRose said:
Frye boots, denim gauchos, Chic jeans, hot pants, fringed suede vests & jackets, Merlin, Atari, mood rings.
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Member's Only jackets, Shady Brady cowboy hats. i had halter tops, cut offs and skinny leather vests with fringe.
Remember the overdone eye make-up and big hair? Men's clothes looked REALLY STUPID!
(leisure suits and nylon shirts, bell bottoms, gold chains over unbuttoned shirts) I thought disco was stupid!
I was in a bikini more than I was in clothes. I was at the beach most of the time.
 
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I remember my late husband in a tan linen leisure suit with brown topstitching, worn with a brown and pink flowered Qiana shirt and a leather-and-bead choker-type necklace with matching bracelet. He also had a "curly 'fro". I thought he looked great.

I matched in my de riguer slinky wrap-around black disco dress with spaghetti straps worn with high platform sandals, no matter how cold it was. I had a matching curly 'fro.

Neither of could disco worth a hoot, but we walked the walk.....

Ah, the 70's....
 
My friends and I used to go to discos at least four nights a week. I love to dance, and so did they. No one got drunk, and I usually drank soda, occasionally had one drink. The club had live bands. We always closed the place down and then went for breakfast. Those were the days I could get home at 5 a.m., and still function perfectly at work the next day.

It was interesting, watching the drunk people at closing time. I vowed never to be one of them.

Then out of the blue, we went to the club one night, and the music had changed. No more disco.
 
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