Awful interior design is awesomely entertaining, mainly because we know it began as someone's vision of a beautiful and idyllic living space, and it's fun to try to get our heads around that. The 1970s - a decade I did experience nearly in its entirety - was pretty much a revolt against good taste, typified by snot-green household appliances and casino-inspired carpet and walls that my husband thinks were designed to mask 'fluid' stains. (Don't think about that one too long.)
The worst/best thing about these photos put together by omodern.com are the models. I don't know what was going on there, but this was the decade that gave us the 'Big Momma' underpants from Sears for plus size ladies, and Welcome Back, Kotter as network primetime viewing. Different things were deemed acceptable back then, such as a pervy little boy trying to get a peek under sis' skirt:
You could projectile vomit in this bathroom and no one would know.
"Go on Lois, bend over and pour us more drinks. Feel free to make a phone call while you're down there and take your time doing it."
"Honey, I know how hard you try, but your cooking smells like horse shit."
Naked and cowering over the tub, Carol found the yellow and brown bathroom fixtures multiplying at an alarming rate.
A room so hideous it frightened children to death.