In the last fifty years America has become a lot less joyful and playful to the benefit of no one. Except to the people incapable of having fun who enforce today’s morality standards.
I’m 63 years old. I have no police record of any kind. No arrests, no questioning, no nothing, except traffic tickets. The last one of those was twenty years ago.
I am not a threat to anyone. But every male today who enjoys looking at women is considered a threat. Even thinking about women in certain ways is considered a threat, unless, of course, corporate America makes money off it. Look at Amazon’s latest film called Jolt produced by a woman director. Corporate approved and produced violence against women. I ramble.
Decide for yourself what we have become.
Fairly well edited transcript:
This is an official SAS ad that appeared in May of 1968 in Playboy. You can judge for yourself what we’ve gained and lost. I shall read.
Confessions of a Girl Watcher in Scandinavia.
It all started on my S.A.S. flight.
All my life, I’ve had only these three weaknesses: blondes, brunettes and redheads. So what happens? They have a blonde, a brunette and a redheaded air hostess.
Right away, my favorite quote came back to me. “I can resist anything except temptation.” I succumbed. I would watch girls. We landed at Copenhagen. I put on my sunglasses, picked a sidewalk cafe and watched.
I watched blondes, brunettes and redheads. I consumed several Danish beers, half a dozen small breads and aquavits. Poetry was unfolding before my eyes. I was inspired.
Later in the day, I followed the migration to the Tivoli Gardens. Beautiful. More blondes, more brunettes, more redheads.
Then a thought of diabolical cunning occurred to me. By the latest census, girls comprise about fifty percent of the entire Scandinavian population. I could drive around and girl watch too. I went to Hamlet’s castle. “To be or not to be,” the guide intoned hauntingly.
I watched the girls.
Then I drove to Stockholm. Lovely city with a groovy old town and streets full of strolling sun worshiping girls.
Oslo. Here luck was with me. A swinging festival was underway. Wild folk dancing, singing, girls tuning up for spring, then up to the fjords in blossom time. Apple blossom, cherry blossoms and wholesome blossoming girls.
So, back to Copenhagen. Ah, Copenhagen. Serenely I took in the theaters, restaurants. Athletically, I roamed the countryside digging its pastoral charms. A healthy mind in a healthy body is what I always say.
And now for my last confession. I did all this on an SAS Dollar Wise tour. You drive where you like, do as you like. Economy airfare from New York, three weeks accommodations and use of a Volkswagen with one thousand free kilometers cosst only three hundred and thirty eight dollars.
Dig? Ask your travel agent or write S.A.S. Box 3443, Grand Central Station, New York. NY.
Oh, by the way, there’s unlimited free girl watching Scandinavia.
You’ll love us for it.