Quietly, and obfuscated by the stunning stupidity of our electing Donald Trump president, the recreational use of marijuana became legal in four more states this month. That\u2019s eight in total now, plus Washington, D.C., with another 20 states (including Arkansas and North Dakota) having taken the initial step of legalizing medical usage. So if my math serves, that makes what? … 34? … no, wait … 28 states that have changed their laws. More than half of America\u2019s nifty 50. It seems pretty clear we\u2019re headed toward a future of legal pot smoking.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think it\u2019s the beginning of the end of the war on marijuana in the United States,\u201d said California Lt. Gov. Gavin Newsom, who pushed for Proposition 64 in the Golden State. This is very good news for lots of reasons, high among them being the role marijuana arrests play in our country\u2019s shamefully high rate of incarceration, and the proven disparity between arrest rates for black and white users.<\/p>\n
But with any gain comes a little loss. We will miss illegal pot. At least some of us will.<\/p>\n
I came of age under the tyranny of Nancy Reagan\u2019s \u201cJust Say No\u201d campaign in the 1980s, when we had made-for-TV movies like \u201cDesperate Lives\u201d scaring us straight (Helen Hunt jumps out the window, the closed window, of a second-story high-school science lab screaming \u201cI\u2019m invincible!\u201d). Double-agent rock stars like Huey Lewis fed us propaganda like \u201cIt\u2019s Hip to Be Square.\u201d My generation had to learn about the pleasant, generally harmless effects of marijuana by hook or by crook. We had to be, literally, outlaws.<\/p>\n
Which was exactly what we wanted to be as teenagers. A pretty natural desire, I think, for developmental reasons. Adolescence was all about defining ourselves through defiance of our parents, honing our independence on disobedience and insubordination. Our parents knew this, of course, even if we didn\u2019t know that they knew it.<\/p>\n
When I was 15, soon after I\u2019d started smoking pot, my father brought me into his office for a talk. He told me that he did not want me to smoke pot, but if I was thinking of trying it, I should do it at home. With him there. \u201cIf you\u2019re going to experiment,\u201d he said. \u201cI want you to do it here, under my roof, so I can make sure you\u2019re being safe.\u201d He even offered to get weed for me.<\/p>\n
This blew my mind. Was this a Trojan horse? A way to get me to \u2018fess up before I even got caught? And where would my dad buy pot? I imagined him meeting Ray, the senior at my high school who sold me and my friends a bag after getting us stoned for the first time at a party. Ray wore a black leather jacket. My dad wore Rockports. I couldn\u2019t picture the two of them in the same room. (My dad had smoked pot in the \u201860s, of course; plenty of his friends still smoked. I had no idea.)<\/p>\n
\u201cThat would be the last thing I would ever want to do in my entire life,\u201d I told him, truthfully.<\/p>\n
Just his offer to buy pot for me made my new hobby less fun. How was I supposed to feel like I was sticking it to The Man if The Man in my own house refused to act like The Man? I tried to put it out of my mind.<\/p>\n
There was an element of romance, in the old, swashbuckling sense of the word, that went with smoking pot when it was taboo. (And creative genius, too. You should have seen the smoke-exhaust system my friend James rigged up with paper-towel rolls and cotton-ball filters.)<\/p>\n
Like Judas Priest, robbing banks with their electric guitars in the \u201cBreaking the Law\u201d music video, we were getting one over on authority. Pot-smokers were a secret society, outcast rebels, thumbing our noses at polite society. \u201cWe are not old men,\u201d said the Rolling Stones\u2019 Keith Richards, to a courtroom full of white-wigged barristers after an infamous 1967 drug bust at his estate, Redlands. \u201cWe are not worried about petty morals.\u201d If you want to be a rock star, even if you\u2019re just a stupid, pampered kid in the New Jersey suburbs posing like a rock star in front of your bathroom mirror, you need rules so that you can break them. Pot being illegal makes for perfect early practice.<\/p>\n
I worry about the kids in the future. How are they supposed to feel like rock stars? How are they going to rehearse rebellion \u2014 which seems (forgive me for harshing your mellow) awfully important what with our newly elected president and all. God forbid a future where all our disaffected youth are just happily, legally stoned all the time, too sated to get up off the couch and go shout at cops in the street. God forbid pot replaces religion as the opiate of the masses, like Aldous Huxley imagined it, as \u201csoma\u201d in \u201cBrave New World.\u201d<\/p>\n
Who would\u2019ve guessed we\u2019d end up in this situation? We fought for the right to party. And we won! And now it turns out that partying was more fun when we had to fight for it.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s a bummer, man.<\/p>\n
\u2022 Dave Bry is the author of a memoir, \u201cPublic Apology.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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