I am turning 40 in December and one task I have assigned myself is to go through all of my boxes (and boxes) of old photos. This has been so fun, humbling and well, at times, truly frightening.
Looking at these photos, it became clear to me that one requirement I had in high school, in order for you to be my friend, was you had to have hair you could see from space.
Case in point:
(Good Friends: Pinkie (that’s right), Kristy and Carol)
We used to call Kristy, Krispy, because of her brittle, big hair. I think she looks pretty.
(Heather, she loved paisley)
I choose a slightly different hair expression. I went with not so much height, but with the blonde streak in the front. Not quite as bold a choice, but equally tragic.
(Me going to prom, 1985.)
Sometimes I feel sorry for the teenagers today. Their style seems so tame, so mature. The Abercrombie and Fitch-look will never produce shrieks of horror 20 years from now. They will say things like, “Look how young I looked,” not like, “Why did my mom let me leave the house like that?”
To end the post, MORE 80s music, partly because I love to see them, and partly because my friend Janet said she liked them:
(Big Country, In a Big Country)
(Pychedelic Furs, Love My Way)
(Split Enz, Six Months In A Leaky Boat)
your hair is actually quite tame compared to your friends
I absolutely LOVE your blog. It is so RAD and like
TOTALLY AWESOME to the max. I almost gagged with
laughter while reading. You have such a talent for
writing….any publishing possibilities in your
future? That would make you so much more famous than
the lady from Pittsburg, and you have way better hair!
Like totally, for sure!
Keep sending them!
Brooke
You look closer to 40 in that high school pic than you do today. It looks like you’re barking, “get me a martini and a goddamn cigarette, you moron.”
MOUSSE ABUSE!! The higher the hair, the closer to god, dear! Bitchin’!!!
Oh. if that were true, we would have been saints!
Suzanne
Those broads in the first photo sure do look familiar. Heard one of them was in the movie “Swingers”, right? 😉 Mom never let me have the hair, just unfortunate bangs.