i don’t want to share my chocolates

Just saw “Bob and Carol, Ted and Alice” (Paul Mazursky, 1969). What does free love really mean, and when it comes down to it, can one really take part in an orgy, have intercourse with a friend, swap wives and husbands? “It’s all love, it’s all beautiful, let it all hang out”- the film takes the 60’s creed to it’s most bizarre, funniest limits.

But can we really let all be love, without jealousy? I know I couldn’t. Ever since my sister was born when I was two, I have been consumed by jealousy, and to date, I haven’t really learnt to share, not deep down inside, whatever politeness, and social norms may demand. And whatever I may teach my kid. Being an only child, she’s more secure and giving than me however, so I don’t get put to the test that often.

I love the sixties hippie look though, the girls look like little dolls, everyone is so well dressed. You hardly see that in Hollywood movies anymore, people dressed up glamorously, unless it’s a Bond film or period. Was fast forwarding through “Rear Window”, and drooling over Grace Kelly’s dresses.

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