Also a really perfect little story about the ‘70s is that there was this peripheral music industry dirtbag who’d go out to Sunset Strip rock clubs and be like “hey, there sure are a lot of unsupervised eighth grade rocker girls here you can fuck, that’s great, people’ll love that, but how can I monetize this”

And he made novelty records so he formed a novelty band, and that was the theme, like a professional wrestling tag team, “unsupervised eighth grade rocker girls you can fuck”. Like they were called “The Runaways”, and their big hit “Cherry Bomb” was literally “fuck you mom & dad, time to run off to party and lose my virginity with everyone”

(Also he took them under his supervision and fucked them)

And that was just straight up a thing, kind of a big thing, there had been plenty of (dirtbag-assembled tbf) girl groups in Motown but an all-female rock band had never really taken off until the “unsupervised eighth grade rocker girls you can fuck” band

(taking the context a bit further back, remember that one of the earlier battles of the culture/counterculture wars were, depending on your view, riots or civil rights protests when The Man tried to keep the Sunset Strip nightclubs from being a late-night teenage scene)