Y'know, this found photograph of a slutty-looking, tattooed girl wearing a bikini made out of old placemats, smoking a cigarette, and holding a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon (with a nude man standing behind her) sums up the Midwest during Seventies better than anything else I can think of.

She actually looks kind of familiar. Hell, I probably made out with her one night while parked by Sackett Lake in the back of my cousin's Gran Torino.