Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:This is an interesting thread, though some of the memories of frugality are really about the '70s more than SES. I grew up in an affluent suburb of San Francisco in the '70s and my sisters and I all patched our jeans, made skirts out of jeans, and wore cut-offs. We were doctors' daughters and traveled to Europe in the summer, but the '70s were about not looking and acting like you were a rich girl. Think Patty Hearst; think Hall and Oates' "You're a Rich Girl". The sartorial tip-off that you had money was owning a pair of Frye boots. When I came east to go to college, my roommate, a college professor's daughter from the midwest, saw my boots and told everybody I was a debutante.
I remember doing some of these things, this pseudo-hippie bohemian look. Painting jeans, making skirts--these leather sheepsking type coats with embroidery. They were from Afghanistan, pre-Russian invasion. I grew up with money (in Europe, we went to US and Asia for vacations, haha), but much else was same as this PP, down to being 'recognized' by the boots or shoes. Interesting.

Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:
Funny, the SES disparity was bigger, but no one noticed it as much back then. A blessing in disguise. Now, everyone has to have this or that to be happy. When did we turn into a flock of sheeple?
Such a shame, truly.
I don't think so. I think there are much bigger SES disparities today. But there's also far more availability of cheap consumer goods, so maybe it's not so readily apparent as it used to be?
Anonymous wrote:
Funny, the SES disparity was bigger, but no one noticed it as much back then. A blessing in disguise. Now, everyone has to have this or that to be happy. When did we turn into a flock of sheeple?
Such a shame, truly.
Anonymous wrote:This is an interesting thread, though some of the memories of frugality are really about the '70s more than SES. I grew up in an affluent suburb of San Francisco in the '70s and my sisters and I all patched our jeans, made skirts out of jeans, and wore cut-offs. We were doctors' daughters and traveled to Europe in the summer, but the '70s were about not looking and acting like you were a rich girl. Think Patty Hearst; think Hall and Oates' "You're a Rich Girl". The sartorial tip-off that you had money was owning a pair of Frye boots. When I came east to go to college, my roommate, a college professor's daughter from the midwest, saw my boots and told everybody I was a debutante.
Anonymous wrote:Was not poor, but grew up in the 70s.
My mom drove a Plymouth for 18 years (my entire time at home) until it literally died on the road.
Eating out at Friendly's was our big treat. Once time we got to go Ground Round.
At the end of summer, we would go to SYMS clothing for our back-to-school clothes.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:
Wow. I thought this was all normal for before-the-internet living!
People that were brand whores were always trying to hide something. I still believe that to this day (no one will change my mind, don't bother).
Somewhere along the line, someone dropped the ball and we could only become sheeple. Unless we have "certain things" we're not really living life? Diamond earrings but no job? Really? According to whom? How sad is that?
Disgusting and pathetic, I say.
You know what she's saying! Now put on your Tory Burch's and go away.
I might be in agreement of I could understand what you are saying. Can you re write please?
Anonymous wrote:
Wow. I thought this was all normal for before-the-internet living!
People that were brand whores were always trying to hide something. I still believe that to this day (no one will change my mind, don't bother).
Somewhere along the line, someone dropped the ball and we could only become sheeple. Unless we have "certain things" we're not really living life? Diamond earrings but no job? Really? According to whom? How sad is that?
Disgusting and pathetic, I say.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:This is an interesting thread, though some of the memories of frugality are really about the '70s more than SES. I grew up in an affluent suburb of San Francisco in the '70s and my sisters and I all patched our jeans, made skirts out of jeans, and wore cut-offs. We were doctors' daughters and traveled to Europe in the summer, but the '70s were about not looking and acting like you were a rich girl. Think Patty Hearst; think Hall and Oates' "You're a Rich Girl". The sartorial tip-off that you had money was owning a pair of Frye boots. When I came east to go to college, my roommate, a college professor's daughter from the midwest, saw my boots and told everybody I was a debutante.
I remember the Frye boots = rich girl.