In the movie. Splendor in the Grass, the sexual repression of teenagers in love leads to insanity. In the song, Patches, the forbidden love of an upperclass boy for a lowerclass girl results in her suicide. Another song, that came along a few years later, did not end in tragedy, but with the encouragement to hang on Sloopy. such was the difference between attitudes on teen love and death in the 50s and 60s.
Favorite movie and favorite song! I think my response to that era wasn’t the intended rebellion against such things (look what happens when you forbid things) but to be intrigued by the forbidden and to find our “anything goes” society to be a bit boring - lol! Beautiful job, Bill!
PS - for example, it seems today “everybody” has a tattoo but back in the early 80s in San Francisco this one guy I worked with at a Graphic Arts firm had a full body tattoo and we found out at a Halloween party when he went as a flasher - wearing nothing under his raincoat that he opened now and then as he flashed people. Now that was much more exciting than a ship full of Carnival cruisers with tattoos. Crazy days - lol!
when i was growing up, the only people who had tattoos were sailors and ex cons. then my older sister wound up with full body tattoos, then again. she was career navy