Mackenzie Phillips Opens Up About Her Father: He taught me to roll joints when I was 10. He took out some pot from a shoebox and showed me … and I became the official joint roller.

Sigh. The Sixties. The last time the male ethos ran free … and wasn’t it all Peace and Love. I can imagine that John Phillips rationalized that he was sharing a beautiful thing with his daughter. Both the dope and the sex. Because it was All Beautiful, man.

Except when it was not. But there was no one to say otherwise. What a powerful zeitgeist. That it ran on the same old male compulsion to screw anything not nailed down … I don’t think anyone exactly had that thought. Women were chicks … or bitches and nags. The way to be a successful chick was to have long hair, mini skirts, and be pretty. Okay.

And who would have questioned someone like John Phillips? At first. I mean, dope was so cool, boundaries so un-cool. The Sixties was about life without the old limits. Politically, that was certainly powerful. But on the personal level, well, I suppose we were looking at character, that fame corrupts absolutely. Doubly so, given the times. Mick Jagger licked his famous lips at Phillips’ thirteen-year-old daughter? Ah, the world was a virgin, and these men wanted to have the dubious pleasure of deflowering it.

Go know.

Tags: male thinking, the sixties

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