When I was cleaning out my files in the garage last weekend, I ran across a slew of old magazines, a couple of which made me cringe—and, ultimately mutter, "Well, it was a different time."
Here are some ads and cartoons from one of those mags, a 1968 issue of Playboy. Hard to believe, but I have been carrying this mag from my dorm at the University of Arizona (Cochise), to five different apartments in Tucson, thru a rental house and a divorce and up to Phoenix (two houses) and out to Cave Creek where it has resided for the past 30 years in a box in the garage. It's a long, strange trip for a publication that once-upon-a-time had some major cultural clout (it's a whopping 242 pages!):
And here for your cringing pleasure are just a couple of the outdated and very unenlightened tidbits that were considered so groovy at the time:
At the time it all seemed so liberated (seriously!) and new. We were all dreaming of a time in the distant future when no one would be hung up on sex. Well, at least for a certain type of old-school man:
Funny how the guy looks a bit like a cranky Hugh Heffner. But it gets worse, or, better, depending on your idea of progress:
"The More things change, the more they remain the same."
—Old Vaquero Saying