Write Me a Tale about Love, Guns and Blue Nail Polish

So today I definitely watched VH1's "Sex: The Revolution". Or I think that's what it was called? I always feel horrible for putting things in quotations when I don't know if they're right. Whatever. It was called that. I'm sure.

Anyways. It about the sexual revolution, duh. It talked about all the crazies who banned sodomy and birth control and how Playboy got started and Berkely and their use of the F-word. OH MY GOD. I mean, this seemed, to me, to be the greatest time in history. Everyone was all "free love" and "fuck you" and the whole gay rights movement was slowly beginning to come together. Now, we know how I'm not a sexual person but I am an activist-type-person, so I definitely would have thrived in that atmosphere. I think. God. Could you imagine? Ginsberg and Kerouac and Hugh Heffner. Okay, not so much Heff but... Gloria Steinem! And the liberation of human sexuality... I really wish I could have witnessed all of this. It seemed like such an amazing period.

I was born in 1989. I was born just in time to "see" AZT made. Of course, I only realized this a year ago so I guess it doesn't count. "Kids, while I was being born via C-Section, AZT was being approved by the FDA." Interesting. Let's see... there's 9/11 but that's depresso. Then there's the war. I remember when that whole shit first went down. I was doing The Music Man. Or Annie. One of those two. Of course, there's also the fact that we could have a female or black president...

But what I really want is some kind of huge movement. Bring the hippies back or something. I want to give flowers to soldiers and get drunk off love. I also want to drive around (or walk, to save the environment) and do nothing. Just enjoy life. I want an amazing life story.