Word: hipness
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Hip ASP. But the comparison between Lindsay and Kennedy is misleading as well as invidious. Today, at least, Lindsay does not possess the late President's polish and poise, his gleaming wit and easy public charm. A more fundamental difference between the two men is that John Lindsay is comparatively a self-made man. He was not raised in a family that was grooming a son to be President, nor was he raised in multimillion-dollar opulence by a father filled with angry ambition and the sting of Boston's social rebuffs...
John Lindsay's parents were descended from pure-blooded WASPs (White Anglo-Saxon Protestants)-though, as Lindsay is fond of pointing out, "If you are really hip, the correct term is ASP; all Anglo-Saxons are white, so why be redundant?" His father, George Nelson Lindsay, was the son of a Scotch-Irish brickmaker from the Isle of Wight who went broke in 1884 and emigrated to New York. John Lindsay'? mother, Eleanor Vliet Lindsay, was the daughter of a Dutch-descended New Jersey carpentry contractor whose ancestors dated back to colonial times...
GENERATION. William Goodhart converts a Greenwich Village loft into a sparring ground for the Establishment and the hip pie, the parent and the child. Henry Fon da, as a visiting father-in-law, fights the battle of the ages with his usual bemused charm...
Kulcu's Hip-Huggers. At the cheap end of the spectrum is Manhattan's Kuku shop, which opened last month especially to ride herd on the new four-footed fad. For $390, Kuku will part with a harebrained outfit consisting of rabbit hip-huggers in black-and-white checks, topped with a rabbit halter and black-and-white striped jacket. For slightly more, a girl can pick up a striking Indian-kid coat that is shaped like a sailor's pea jacket, or an imitation-cheetah walking suit made of calfskin...
...visitors in his Bellevue-Stratford Hotel suite (where he has lived with his second wife for the past 15 years) attired in blue satin smoking jacket and matching polka-dot ascot. His still-accented English has taken on the authority of a Charles Boyer, his pronounced limp (an old hip injury aggravated by an automobile accident five years ago) appears less a handicap than a charming idiosyncrasy. True, he no longer tears around town like a dragster in his car, and after several unsuccessful attempts at beating Jascha Heifetz, he has given up ping-pong. But he will take...