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'Sex was better in the 60s'
This address was given as part of a fundraising comedy debate at the palyhouse Theatre in Hobart on Friday April 13th, 2007.
When it comes to sex in the 60s, the decade of free love speaks for itself.
Woodstock, flower power, women’s lib, gay lib, black lib, animal lib (?): the swinging 60s is synonymous with casting off old inhibitions, being yourself and doing what feels good.
The decade’s nickname makes the point just as well.
“The sexties” is what Australian critic and social commentator, Robert Hughes, has called the ten fun-filled years between 1960 and 1970.
What a stark contrast to the shame and furtiveness implied by the name of our current sorry era, the “noughties”.
Robert Hughes is, of course, often counted amongst that well-publicised baby-boomer demographic known as “grumpy old men”.
Have you ever wondered why they’re so grumpy?
Because the sex they had in the 60s was so much better than any they’ve had since.
There are obvious reasons for this.
Firstly, the pill.
It’s no coincidence that this little wonder of modern medicine was first made commercially available in 1960, breaking the dreary link between shagging and breeding and suddenly freeing up millions of people to have carefree sex.
It’s also no coincidence that bikinis became commercially available in the year 1960, that the revealing artificial fibres spandex and lycra were invited in 1963, and that scandalously short “mini-skirts” took off in 1966. In the 60s clothes were no longer for hiding the body but for accentuating its every luscious and enticing curve.
Third, Carry On Movies.
When we today watch classics like Carry on up the Kyber or Carry on in your Pocket, we are looking through a window into a more innocent age, one where sex was fun, something to laugh and joke about, something for the whole family to enjoy.
Fourth, 60s babies.
On those odd occasions when swingers forgot to pop the pill, they conceived Generation X. Tonight’s debaters are testament to this great achievement of 60s sex. How wonderful coitus must have been back then because it gave us the tantalising Tori, the inimitable Tim, the noble Nick and yours truly.
Sex was so good in the 60s that when the decade ended a decision was made to name its last year in honour of a sexual activity.
What’s more, this most sexual of decades climaxed in this most sexual of years, with men shooting for the moon.
As the decade closed little white spots called astronauts seemingly swam across the surface of our ovum-shaped, planetary neighbour, witness to the greatest ever global orgasm.
So what happened? If sex was so good in the 60s, why did it all end?
AIDS, fundamentalist Christians, the libido-destroying anxiety associated with everything from credit card debt to the threat of terrorism, that big bucket of collective cold water we call the obesity epidemic…each has played its role.
And what are we left with, the Internet!
Sad, lonely people sitting in darkened rooms late at night typing out their pathetic little sexual fantasies with one hand.
That’s sex in the 21st century, and it’s not pretty!
Nowhere near as pretty as big hair, short skirts, psychedelic music, daisies in chains…
That was the 60s my friends, a decade when sex was irrefutably better.
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