3 thoughts on “The Weirdest Generation”

  1. Nothing at all new here. My great-grandmother, who lived until I was 16, would have turned 150 on her last birthday. I knew her well and got some sense of the world in which she was young (her kids were born in the 1890s, frex). So “legs” was obscene, replaced by “limbs” in politish conversation, and when I was a kid, her piano had little skirts hiding its legs. When I was a teenager, bellybuttons were obscene. Remember how Barbara Eden had to wear a patch over hers on “I dream of Jeannie?”

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