I need to add a disclaimer: I hated the '60s. While I enjoyed the performances and craft of Hair, the show made my skin crawl. Far too many contemporaries of mine wasted years of their lives in that haze of drug-fueled hedonism. Not a few contemporaries lost their lives.
It was the time we permantently mistook freedom for license, when every boundary was removed from the normal process of young adult rebellion while at the same time the concept of rebellion was elevated to transcendent status. We created a religion out of hormonal reactions.
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