We’re starting a new series on The Pig today, but I’m not sure what to call it yet. We will be featuring photos of the remarkably lovely women who graced the streets of the Haight-Ashbury in those halcyon days of yore. (The above is not one of the babes, by the way. That’s Pigpen. We asked him to stand in for the babes until we find a name for the real Babes, and he reluctantly agreed. Which explains his expression.)
With the Pondering Pig as your guide, we’ll revisit those charming fashion dissenters of the mid-Sixties – before the fashion pundits taught everyone what was truly psychedelic and what was not. Here’s a psychedelic fashion pundit now: “Paisley! Paisley is SO psychedelic – look at all those swirling things that look like cells of consciousness expanding. Swirling things that look like brain cells are so now! But you must never wear checks – they’re…absolutely…square!”
Plus, our Babes will be topped with the finest Swiss treble cream milk chocolate and served on a bed of cherry surprise.
What shall we name this new series? I like Babes of the Haight-Ashbury. It’s classic, you know? It’s the word that never went away, just as current today as it was 150 years ago. It leads to lovely adjectives like “Babe-a-licious” In fact maybe we should call the series “Babe-a-licious Babes of the Haight-Ashbury.” Or is that too Wayne’s World?
The only problem with the word is – it’s slightly offensive. I can already see my in-box piled high with notes from irate women shouting, “You only love me for my body!”
So, how about “Belles of The Haight-Ashbury”? That’s not offensive in the least. Trouble is it sounds like rich girls wearing muffs while they ice skate in Central Park in 1892.
Twentieth Century Foxes? Nah. Too LA.
Piglet of the Month?
How about “Slum Goddesses of the Haight-Ashbury”? Allen Cohen, editor of the super-psycho-spirito-conscious-o-turnon-o-San Francisco Oracle, actually considered this name for an Oracle series. It comes from the song “Slum Goddess of the Lower East Side” by the seminal anti-psychedelic pychedelic group, The Fugs, and I’ve read the Village Voice actually ran a series by that name. So it’s got the period flavor. But the fact that Allen ultimately nixed the idea gives it an aura of failure, certainly not appropriate for the Pondering Pig.
I’m running out of ideas. So I need help. Please improve on my suggestions with comments below by next week or we’re going with “Babe-a-licious Babes of the Haight”, okay?
Photos of lovely Haight-Ashbury maidens (matrons okay too) may be sent to email@example.com. My Assistant, The Pondering Chicken, will start tabulating this afternoon! Stay tuned.