We of the Boomer generation had the first uncontrolled access to the world outside our homes. Children of a military culture, television whispered that Father Didn't know best, and there was something creepy about Mr. Mitchell of Dennis the Menace. "The Rifleman" is almost gay porn, Alfred Hitchcock was subversion defined. I adored that fat little man because I looked in his eyes and saw revolution. Actors who typified our parents and grandparents did terrible things to each other. All the glamour and angst of new lottery winners, laid out for our beady little eyes.
Bugs Bunny - the profane stinker, not the limp Toon. Satire. The original Addams family. Parody. Rocky and Bullwinkle. Crusader Rabbit. Mighty Mouse. God, I loved that mouse. Most of it written by adults, for adults. We got it. We learned 'Fractured Fairy Tales' before we ever saw a Disney movie in a theater.
Watch me pull a rabbit out of my hat! Below the orange bebop.
Like our grandparent's enraptured by radio, we were a wild and crazy bunch. Of course, with them, it was sex, drugs and jazz rather than rock and roll, but the escape from forced intimacy and expectations was the same as in the 20s.
We were the last generation to know life without color or cable tv and home videos. We could be alone. Hide and not be found without creating an Amber alert.