<p>I graduated from high school in 1972.</p>
<p>The dress code was not changed to allow girls to wear pants until I was in 9th grade. Even in the harsh Connecticut winters, we girls had to walk to school or stand at bus stops in short skirts and mostly bare legs, and this was the era of the miniskirt. I can still feel how badly my legs hurt, especially when the bus was late. </p>
<p>Only girls were allowed to take home ec; only boys were allowed to take tech ed. Some kids who wanted to take a course intended for the other gender made a fuss, and a few of them actually got permission to take those courses, but it was an uphill battle.</p>
<p>Some people’s parents were willing to pay for college for their sons but not their daughters because they felt that the daughters would have no use for the education since they would simply get married and become housewives. Many of these women did in fact have to support themselves – and sometimes their children – at some point in their lives and were less prepared for it than they should have been.</p>
<p>Many colleges, especially in the East, had only recent gone co-ed or were in the process of doing so. I went to Cornell in part because it had always been co-ed. I didn’t want to be part of someone’s experiment. </p>
<p>Some people’s older brothers were killed in Vietnam. This was not cool at all. The boys of my class were worried about being drafted, but it turned out that the war ended before they would have had to serve.</p>
<p>If you refused to get in a car driven by someone under the influence of alcohol, you were a coward. If you complained about someone at your job or in your family hitting on you despite the fact that you had clearly indicated your disinterest, you were a whiner. If you refused to earn money by babysitting because you didn’t like being driven home by drunken fathers who propositioned you in the car, you were lazy. If you objected to people smoking in your car or house or office, you were a – never mind, nobody objected to that, even if they hated the smell and the irritating effect of the smoke.</p>
<p>I saw men walk on the moon on TV, but I also saw footage of the funerals of JFK, RFK, and Martin Luther King, riots at the 1968 Democratic Convention, deaths at Kent State, and nightly Vietnam body counts.</p>
<p>I don’t remember anything glamorous at all, and I wouldn’t want to go back to that time.</p>