How did this come about? Well, we all want to be different than the generation before- god forbid that we would look like our WW II parents (in my time). I was in my thirties before I was intimate with a woman who shaved her legs.
We were free and natural. Wore patched jeans. Let our hair grow. Grew mustaches and beards. My women friends were hippies too.
Who would want to look like anyone from the 1980s? 1950s? 1960s?
How long has my hair been? In 1982, it was above my ears. The Bonaventure Hotel had a dress code. It was the days of three piece suits. I've not had a tie on in two years now.
Do they make fun of us, like we did of our parents values?
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