They/Them Are All of Us
Being a person of a certain age, my daughter calls me a product of the fifties no matter that she is a generation off. My formative years were the 70’s, You know the 70’s: fresh off of the civil rights fight of the 60’s, women’s lib. Hippies and psychedelics, vietnam war protests and free love (thanks to the pill) and Roe v. Wade. The ERA was fought for and lost. Women burned their bras, blacks grew their Afros and sported jerry curls and raised their fists in black power. The era of green peace and the wave of ecology. Farm workers organized under Cesar Chavez for which most cities had named a street after. Gays rushed out of the closet in a flurry of anti discrimination legislation. I grew up in a time of radical change casting off oppression. It was an exciting and heady time to be young. But my street creds not withstanding, to my daughter, her mother, who was and still is considered a somewhat of a rebel, is a stodgy antique who c...