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There is something sacred about Dippity Do-

Something sacred  in terms of passage,

of time and a set of collective ideals –

A shiny pastel paste reflecting

an innocence of a new unharnessable generation –

A sacred gooey thickness designed to glue, to grip 50’s youth

to old traditions and old creeds of a quickly passing era.  

Hemlines indiscriminately creeping higher, youth breathing heavier; freedom sited–


It was America’s last great white hope, Dippity Do

a suburban parent’s dream, a collaborative effort with American

marketing to keep its boomer girls beautiful, presentable

and above all chaste (that holy image – Miss America).


Dippity Do – donned the birth control of a generation

requiring midnight inspections of plastic barrettes and felt bow’s; askew

marking  a father’s nightmare,

a mother’s worry —-  


Craving freedom sexual, civil,

and theological this Dippity Do generation

marketed a new form of birth control, a new set of ideals, a new set of beliefs

a new way of viewing the world, their world —

to now be met face to face with the future America – as their successors have

come of age – to leave a generation baptized with

Dippity Do – green and gooey with envy —




copyrighted 2008