The ’70s Were a Crazy, Crazy Time
Every decade has its own unique goofiness- the ’40s had zoot suits, and the frontal lobotomy as a treatment for depression, the ’80s had Boy George, but I think one decade in the 20th century sticks out for embracing crazy ideas. This is not a matter of political leanings, or taste; this is about a nation actually treating seriously a bunch of ideas that in retrospect were too weird even for satire.
The younger readers may not believe me. For proof, I’ll list some (warning, some of these ideas still have adherents, like the Japanese soldiers stranded on the Pacific Islands to keep fighting for The Greater Asian Cooperative Sphere)-
1. Biorhythms - This was a popular theory that every person has cycles of efficiencies in their life, and at some times you are more creative, or strong, or focused, than at other times. There were actually biorhythm centers in major cities that would quiz entrants, and then produce sine wave charts (for a fee) to show them when they were most and least productive. Many athletes used these charts for training and competition planning.
By the ’80s, you had to go to game arcades to get a biorhythm chart, between Space Invaders and the change machine. The theory does not even have enough adherents to defend it on Wikipedia.
2. Ancient Astronauts - This idea was most closely associated with the writer Erik Von Daniken. His theory was that the ancients could never have produced the works they did - the pyramids, cities, roads, calendars, etc. (this may be based on his personal observation that he had no idea how to make any of those things), so “somebody” must have helped them. The ancient artifacts representing mythological gods are, per Von Daniken, actually showing aliens from outer space, their exagerrated forms not primitive abstract representations, but instead astronaut suits!

“Must be astronauts!”
Want to play a fun game? Ask yourself one of the questions Von Daniken felt that it took ancient astronauts to solve- like how would you make the pyramids’ tiers almost perfectly level, without modern laser levelling tools? If you can answer that (it’s not that hard), you are qualified to be an overseer of the guys pulling the blocks up the pyramid, and not one of the pullers.
3. Talking to plants - This idea posited that talking to plants helped them grow. The appeal of this idea is that, maybe all of life shares a common plane of consciousness, and we all need each other, man. Although thoroughly debunked, this practice is still widespread, having moved from theory to custom, and on its way to superstition.
4. EST - You younger readers are not going to believe this one. EST (Erhard Standard Training) was the motivational seminar from hell. Werner Erhard (not the birthname of this native mid-westerner, always a warning sign about the guy you’re going to have speak to your employees) devised this multi-day performance enhancing system, characterized mainly by his disallowal of bathroom breaks.
There you have it. These movements were far more popular and accepted than you would believe. I cannot think of another decade that rivals it (the competing ideologies of National Socialism and Communism in the ’30s required a similar credulity, but was more tragic than comic). Growing up in a decade so receptive to ideas like these gave a lot of boomers the idea that the world was an interesting, curious, and gullible place. Other ’70s icons, like earth shoes and The Starland Vocal Band are starting to make more sense now, right?

May 6, 2008 at 7:16 am
I predict my earth shoes still smell like a monkey’s ass. You’d take those fuckers off indoors and all the house plants would die.
I also predict that no one else remembers ecology shoes.
May 6, 2008 at 7:28 am
Funny shit TTR.
Is it true that Srr50 wore Eath Shoes with his leisure suits?
May 6, 2008 at 7:40 am
Ah Yes the 70’s
With one minute and 51 seconds left in the 1975 NFC Division Playoff game, the Minnesota Vikings had a three-point lead. The Dallas Cowboys quickly moved the ball from the 15-yard to the 50-yard line in just nine plays and no timeouts. In the final 30 seconds quarterback Roger Staubach closed his eyes and said a quick Hail Mary, before he heaved a throw deep down the right side of the field. Wide receiver Drew Pearson reached back and trapped the ball against his hip at the five-yard line and strode into the end zone making the winning touchdown. The Cowboys were headed to another NFC Championship Game.
pf minnesotahorn
May 6, 2008 at 8:23 am
Not only did I read Chariots of the Gods, its sequel, and the various ripoffs (about Atlantis, etc), I also owned a biorhythm calculator. I assume it’s still somewhere in my parent’s house, probably by my pet rock and mood ring(s). The D&D stuff is long gone.
May 6, 2008 at 8:50 am
Who are you? Joe Don Looney?
May 6, 2008 at 9:11 am
The popular music of the 70’s was Disco.
May 6, 2008 at 9:39 am
The 70’s were greatness. Weird, bizaar, and mostly a fun time period.
The down side to the 70’s is that all of the haters, squares, uncool, no girl friend having, disco hating, KISS loving goobs grew up to become a particularly virulent stain of right wing nuts.
May 6, 2008 at 9:42 am
You know, without the 70’s we’d never have this:
http://www.hulu.com/watch/4193/saturday-night-live-the-barry-gibb-talk-show
May 6, 2008 at 10:08 am
Who are you? Joe Don Looney?
I am Spartacus. Or, maybe, I’m Gumby, dammit!
May 6, 2008 at 10:13 am
This is all bull. Your probably going to tell me next that people paid several dollars for pebbles that were marketed as live pets.
May 6, 2008 at 10:42 am
Crazy, crazy stuff.
May 6, 2008 at 10:43 am
You are RIGHT sir!
Heh heh heh.
May 6, 2008 at 10:46 am
Thank the little baby Jesus there are no surviving photographs of little Woody Bombay going to church in his beloved leisure suit.
May 6, 2008 at 10:53 am
I had a friend that was attacked and killed by his pet rock. It sat on a ledge and waited for him to walk under it then pounced on him. The 70’s also brought us Erin Gray as Col. Wilma Deering SPANDEX!
May 6, 2008 at 11:21 am
Pastel tuxedos - particularly ice blue or mint green - have stood the test of time.
May 6, 2008 at 11:29 am
Joe Don Looney was merely ahead of his time. Who else could have flicked toothpicks & had them stick in people’s skin like mini-javelins? Who else threw his football socks in the bin marked “PANTS” after games because no goddamn sign was going to tell him what to do. If anyone was ever born a generation too early…
May 6, 2008 at 2:11 pm
Seriously, one of the best Wikipedia entries I’ve ever read: Joe Don
May 6, 2008 at 2:21 pm
‘Joe Don waits for no one’
It doesn’t get much cooler than that.
May 6, 2008 at 3:51 pm
“During his first semester at Texas, Looney received four Fs and one D mark. Looney responded by dropping out and enrolling at Texas Christian. He was eventually kicked out of school there … He made All-American with Oklahoma in 1962.”
I challenge you to find a story that more succinctly encapsulates all that is Oklahoma football than the tale of Joe Don’s journey to the Sooner program.
May 6, 2008 at 6:06 pm
What the Mood Ring Colors Mean
The top of the list is the warmest temperature, at violet, moving to the coolest temperature, at black.
violet blue - happy, romantic
blue - calm, relaxed
green - average, not much going on with you
yellow/amber - tense, excited
brown/gray - nervous, anxious
black - cold temperature or damaged ring
May 6, 2008 at 8:18 pm
Too much anti-70’s Haterade going on here. I’m going to just head down into my parent’s paneled rec room and hang out with my friends. Probably pop my Wings Across America and Frampton Comes Alive 8-tracks in for some tunes.
I’ll be laying back in my beanbag, letting my feet relax in the thick shag carpeting. Later, I’ll go lay down on my big brother’s water bed.
May 7, 2008 at 8:01 am
Black lights, Spawn. Black lights.
May 7, 2008 at 9:39 am
You people are fucking old.
May 7, 2008 at 10:31 am
Yes we are. I’ve been alive for all 5 of Nebraskas MNC’s.
May 7, 2008 at 10:56 am
Sad you won’t be alive to see the next one.
/rimshot
May 7, 2008 at 11:26 am
Pelini just called a safety blitz on HJ’s grandchildren.
May 7, 2008 at 11:45 am
Sitting in the rec room, with the black light on, both my ouija board and my Magic 8 Ball say that you young’uns don’t know what y’all missed 3 decades ago…if you dare to look, check the link:
http://www.lileks.com/institute/interiors/index.html
May 7, 2008 at 11:50 am
Dude, that’s Q*bert.
May 7, 2008 at 12:04 pm
Shouldn’t be a problem Doc says I’ve got another 3 years left but you all have to wait until VY kids get college age.
May 8, 2008 at 10:32 am
The 70s, when I could get everything I owned into my Pinto and still have room for a passenger.
May 10, 2008 at 2:54 pm
AAAIIIIEEEEE the 70’s
definitely a watershed decade.
Almost died under the wheels of a 10 ton dual axel truck while riding my motorcyle.
Moved to SF in 75 just so I could watch Chuck Muncie, Rick Barry and Reggie Jackson.
Moved back in 77 had a kid and became a quasi responsible adult.
Yes I’m old, but I want to live forever and never see another Nebraska NC.