You could also use your thumb to get around and inch along in 1969 versions of the SUV called the ChevyVan and VW Microbus. Hitch-hiking wouldn't stop until the 1978 Larry Singleton/ Mary Vincent incident which put an end forever to the rhetorical "But What Could Happen?"
Of course it is not just the ubiquity of ring tones and debit cards that differentiates a Lollapalooza from a Woodstock. It is not the absence of antiwar songs and protests which actually began evaporating by 1972, when the draft was eliminated, long before the Iraq wars.
It's the musicians.
Despite Collins' 2004 book America's Women: Four Hundred Years of Dolls, Drudges, Helpmates, and Heroines, she's yet to comment on the "position" of women performers at Woodstock--both of them, Joplin and Slick--which was probably as Black Power leader Stokely Carmichael said of women in the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee (SNCC) "prone." (Actually there were more than two women there--maybe four or five!)
Not only did women not front bands in those days, play rock instruments before Suzi Quatro and Joan Jett or mess their dos (before Joplin) they didn't even hold title to their own bodies. As in the Grateful Dead's famous line from Jack Straw, "We can share the women; we can share the wine." Hello?
Nor did Arlo, anti-macho mascot though he was who made litter not war, doubt women were in the public domain with his Don't Touch My Bags lyric, "Hip woman walking on a moving floor/Tripping on the escalator /There's a man in the line, and she's blowing his mind /Thinking that he's already made her."
One woman remembers a hitchhiker asking her boyfriend if he could have a "crack at her" during the share-the-women days. "Can he?" she asked her boyfriend.
And it got worse.
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