#Flashback Friday: Nothing Was the Same After Woodstock

It looks like #TBT was a hit. And social media chatter to the contrary I still believe Tucker has simply gone fishing.

Which means it’s still summer, although look out, it’s going fast.

Therefore – as chief blog functionary – I hereby declare today officially a follow-on to #TBT…which is to say, Flashback Friday (#FBF). What’s the difference? Duh, it’s Friday.

Do feel free to discuss the NYT gear-grinding shift out of Russia, Russia, Russia! into Racist, Racist, Racist!! if you like. Or chortle over Israel’s masterful  b***h-slapping of a couple of anti-Semite b*****s if you’re in the mood for a feel good story. Just don’t forget to include the part about Israel’s humanitarian decision to reverse their ban on hate-mongering Rashida after she groveled for permission to visit granny one last time.

But for my last few weeks of summer joy I choose to focus on #FBF fashions. I always looked forward to the yuge August issues of such luminary bibles of back-to-school trends as Seventeen, Glamour, Mademoiselle and Vogue. What a glorious time to be young! And need back-to-school clothes.

Such fabulous fashion from the likes of Garland:

John Meyer of Norway:

Villager:

Ladybug:

This is what coeds wore in the 60’s, a Villager pintucked, belted shirtwaist sheath dress:

But hey, these are cute too, from the 2019 collection:

And not to leave the guys out: men’s fashion in the way-back was fun too:

Behold, the roots of soy-boy

Oy! Something took a wrong turn in the 70s and seemingly never looked back. After the Summer of Love innocent young love never quite seemed the same.

Nor did the cars.

Nothing was the same after Woodstock. Pity, really.