The hippies were the ones who would be against the establishment and let everyone know exactly how they felt with their many protests. They marched
against the war holding signs, wearing their peace symbols; and their angry voices were definitely heard. Yes, they wore their hair
super long and parted in the middle. Scissors were taboo to these guys. Everything was natural about them, some lived in communes,
other’s just seemed to float around. Although, in New York, they were in Greenwich Village with the artists and beatniks
philosophizing together about world affairs while wearing their small round glasses, they were everywhere to be seen, in parks
on the benches, on the lawns and always piled together in a Volkswagen bus that had different colored daisies painted all over it,
proclaiming “Woodstock or bust“; after all, they were known as the flower children or flower generation. They made their own soap,
candles and strung beads on hemp and worked on macramé and bought their clothes at second hand stores or Army Surplus stores and tied
a scarf around their foreheads.
Materialism was out, and naturalism was in! Ah yes, I can remember those days. Was it possible to be
a hairdresser in those flowery days and still retain your sanity? My answer: of course not. But then, no one was really sane.
Everyone was casting their whims to the wind, not thinking about the many tomorrows which were sure to come. I wouldn’t trade it
for all, and I mean all, for all the tea in China. Besides, tea can only go so far. Actually, so can China.
America was angry over the way the Vietnam veterans were treated when they started to come home. President Nixon soured the country
through his lies and respectfully stepped down from office. President Ford took over a shameful and embarrassed nation. While all
that was going on; the fashion kingdom did something outrageous, as the mini skirt literally rose up to fame, the world of
hairdressing introduced, batman bangs, deliberate saw toothed bangs and short styles with asymmetrical sharp points and edges. While
bras were being thrown away and burned publicly, in the feminist movement; those who were watching the trendy new looks, came into
the salon to give these new hairstyles a whirl.
Housewives watched television as a new fashion model from London made her debut with short cropped hair and wearing a size of a
possible 00. What is a 00 anyway?! Leslie Hornby only 17 years old, better known as Twiggy; came upon the scene with gorgeous great
big blue eyes and wearing a thick upper eyeliner, false eyelashes with just as thick mascara on both levels of her lashes, light pale
lipstick and extremely short baby blonde hair that she would comb flatly over to one side. She was the perfect kewpie doll; festooned
in her mini skirt, revealing her long stick like legs and everyone wanted to be as skinny as Twiggy and cut all their hair off, well;
almost everyone. Today, many moons later; Twiggy herself has commented on saying that today’s models are just too thin(is that right?)
and admits she was naturally that way when she was young. Oh really? Well, some of us were naturally pleasantly plump. How I have
detested that expression when I was a child. And, some of us were not even born a size 0, and found the whole ambition of looking
like Twiggy useless. The more hearty look suited some of us, who knows; maybe we came from peasant stock.
Another hairstyle that was so prominent in the sixties were brushing the hair back and placing a headband on it, for decoration and
to keep your hair in place. Hoop earrings would complete that style. The rest of the hair would either flip up or go under into a
pageboy. No matter how the hair was styled, it was usually a heavy style. Very little thinning was being done, although many times the
razor would be used on shorter hair.
There were also many popular updos with large barrel weaved curls piled high on their heads with sometimes a trendy hair band worn
with straight or fluffy bangs. These would be worn for dining out, weddings and special affairs.
Everything was extreme in the sixties. The natural hair was extremely long, the bleached colors were either platinum, beige, high
fashion light pink or lavender! Yes, I said lavender. Permanents were still way too tight and those who chose to keep their hair
cut in a simple way during everything that was going on were to be admired for their level headedness and staying focused on their
goals; while most of us were casting our cares to the wind. The sixties were a time of reckless events that brought forth many
different changes in our society, some good, some not so good. Everything we did; affected other people, trouble was, we just didn’t know it at the time.
As the whirlwind of hairstyles fought against each other between the wash and wear long and the backcombing high fashioned styles,
there were always those laughing on the sidelines at the whole vaudeville of actors still trying to do their own thing, but following after each other.
The truth was, just like today; everyone belonged to a certain group or organization because of their beliefs. The styles have
changed, but the faces of the flower generation are a little bit older and we like to think a little bit more wiser. Make love, not war. Peace.