I thought I’d start a series of Top Ten Lists about ‘70s stuff, because the Top Ten thing just hasn’t been done enough. (Who is this David Letterman you speak of?) Of course, on my Top Ten Lists, I’ll offer a little explanation, because, just like when I’m talking, I can’t seem to shut up.
Here’s the first one.
Top Ten Worst Things About Being a Young Teenage Girl in the ’70s
10. Swim Caps
We had to wear stupid white, tight rubber swim caps in pools – even if our hair was shorter than the boys. And trust me, those things pulled the hair out of your head when you tried to take them off.
Pretty, isn’t it?
9. Tube socks
They never stayed up.
8. No such thing as backpacks for school
At least not for us cool kids.
On Mondays I carried the following to school in Junior High (yes, we walked):
Two or three textbooks, Pee Chee folders, Purse, Bag Lunch, Clean Gym Clothes, Flute, Tennis Racket
On Fridays I carried the following home from school in Junior High:
Two or three textbooks, Pee Chee folders, Purse, Dirty Gym Clothes, Flute, Tennis Racket
And if it was raining, you had to juggle your umbrella with all of it. Hopefully you had one of these fancy things:
from – http://www.modcloth.com
7. The gym clothes
In Northern California, they were light blue polyester shorts and striped t-shirts … I may throw up just thinking about them.
6. Perverted Teachers
Not that there weren’t great teachers. But there was always at least one creepy teacher. Shudder. (Teresa Z – can I get a witness … )
5. Being on Restriction
It was real. And it sucked. No fancy AM radio. No TV with all the glorious 7 or 8 channels to choose from. No phone. And it typically lasted for one or two weeks.
4. No curling irons or blow dryers
At least not in my house. I do remember using pretty pink hair tape to keep my feathered locks in place overnight.
3. Chores … without brothers
In my family, the four of us girls had to do boy chores along with our girl chores. Like mowing the front and back lawn. You’re welcome Dad.
2. Rationing telephone time
First of all, the one phone in the house was usually mounted on the kitchen wall (at least ours was). So when you finally got your allotted half hour to use it, everyone could hear your conversation. And sometimes your friends weren’t home when you called. Or they were on restriction and couldn’t come to the phone. And sometimes you had to get off the phone because one of your parents was stranded with a flat tire somewhere and had to make an Emergency Breakthrough with the help of the Telephone Operator to try to talk to the other parent at home. And great, there goes your half hour.
And finally, the number one worst thing about being a young teenage girl in the ‘70s:
1. Waiting three days for your favorite song to come on the radio