I Don’t Know What This Says About Me But…
Swingtown (Thursdays 10p CBS) is one of my favorite shows of this summer. First let me state that I have no interest in trying what the title suggests. However, I like a number of things about the show: 1. It’s set in the ’70’s so lots of groovy clothes and settings (The Playboy Club for one), 2. Grant Show (Jake from 90’s soaper Melrose Place who is still pretty hot!) and his “porn ’stache” and 3. The carefree attitudes…this was the “me decade”, do it ’till you’re satisfied, love the one you’re with, pre-AIDS, pill-popping and sex without consequence was the rule of the day.
It’s not the easy sex and prescription drugs I enjoy looking back on, it’s the timeframe. The economy was good, sex was fun and not life-threatening and we weren’t looking for terrorists around every corner. I for one am tired of life being at a constant orange-alert between child predators, internet stalkers, road rage, drive by’s, rising oil prices, collapsing housing markets… it’s a wonder I can sleep at night. I long for the days when you could sit on the front porch talking with friends until the wee hours and the only danger was a complaint from the neighbors. I miss seeing kids playing in the front yard and old people talking an evening stroll and everyone watching out for everyone. I miss being able to expect the best from people instead of the worst. I miss feeling safe. At this point, I sound like somebody’s grandma the only phrase missing is “back in my day” but the point is I miss the simpler times. I know they are long gone and not coming back but once a week, I can go to Swingtown and break open a bottle of sangria and savor the safety.