The #1 son has an obsession with 70s culture. Not people age seventy. That would just be wrong. The 1970s, the decade. Ever since I let him watch Dazed and Confused, he spouts out trivia that he thinks is enlightening, which only serves to make him look OH SO SHELTERED. He'll say things like, "Were you cool, Mom? You know what I mean: cool. All of you were high in the seventies, and you know it." I think he got that term from the movie, when creepy Matthew McConaughey asks that long-haired kid Mitch Kramer if he's cool. By which McConaughey means, does he partake of the reefer.
First of all, I don't know why he's placing me in the seventies, as some bell-bottomed, hair-parted-in-the-middle, peace-medallion-dangling, Earth-shoe-wearing, tie-dye clad, sandalwood-incense-burning, doobie-tokin' hippy. The boy does not seem to believe that sometimes, cool just means cool.
On the way home from school today, he heard a song on T-Hoe's radio. "There's a song for you, Mom. Everything in the seventies was about drugs." Except that the song he was listening to was Dude Looks Like a Lady, from 1987, and the refrain, 'Do me, do me, do me.'
I was kind enough to point out these facts to naive #1. He said, "Oh. I thought they were singing, 'Doobie, doobie, doobie.' "
Funny how he heard One Toke Over the Line two days ago, and didn't even mention it.
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Remember the Doobie Brothers? My son was 5 and would sing along "I want to hear some FUNKY Dixieland.... Except he wasn't singing "FUNKY"......... Hr had no idea what he was saying, just repeating what he thought he heard.
Kathy,
Of course I remember the Doobies. And to think that I was shocked when young #1 told me he was building a 'crap pile.' I lectured him on how we didn't talk like that...only to find out that he was trying to pronounce 'scrap.'
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