And then me and my glasses went all Beatnik poet on you. (yeah! It’s a thing)
After further research of my beatnik poetness, I shrieked …“OHHHHH MY:”
In her memoir, Minor Characters, Joyce Johnson described how the stereotype was absorbed into American culture:
“Beat Generation” sold books, sold black turtleneck sweaters and bongos, berets and dark glasses, sold a way of life that seemed like dangerous fun—thus to be either condemned or imitated. Suburban couples could have beatnik parties on Saturday nights and drink too much and fondle each other’s wives.