First of all, I'm not sure but I think my very own mother was suggesting that I cultivate some mulletude. Were I not in my twenties at the time, such a suggestion would be tantamount to child abuse. I did, however, recall that my hair was highly ridiculous in the 80s (and on through the 90s), but I had to see just what hair era, "hair-a" if you will, she was referring to. Then I found the motherlode. This is, most likely, the coif to which my mother was reacting:
Holy fuckshit! That 'do is so fucking ludicrous on so many levels, I have no idea where to start. First off, I have about a gallon can of shellac in the thing -- if I had run into a low door jamb, that lid would've shattered into a million pieces. Two, where's the fucking chinstrap on that thing? I can just imagine lifting that helmet off of my head at night and gently resting it atop a styrofoam head next to the bed. Holy carp, the top of my head looks like the centerfold from "Untamed Hippie Pubic Mound Monthly." And nice red and brown lentil necklace. Man, I wish I knew someone with a time machine so I could travel back to 1989 and kick myself in the nuts. What a douche.
Here's the band publicity pic from the same hair-a:
And we wondered why we never got a record deal. Looks like the line for the mensroom at a "Flock of Assholes" concert.
I will never question my mom's judgement again.
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By the way, Miss O did indeed stay home from school today. I took her to the doc to make sure she didn't have strep throat (she didn't) and then we played Groovy Girls for the rest of the day. It was fun, except for the her-being-sick part. She even let me be the horse. And the flying dog. She stopped short of letting me be an actual Groovy Girl, though. I mean, she only has FIVE of them. Why can't I be a Groovy Girl, goddammit?! I think she doesn't like how I do their hair:
6 comments:
You look like a cross between Robert Smith from The Cure and the dude from Eraserhead in that pic!
Ah yes, the '80s. Good times...goooood times.
You were goin' fer the cosmo kramer look right?
That damn doll sure made me giggle at the end.
This is one of my favorite posts.
Crabby, you've made me cry. Hello Arnie, by the way. I've heard you are the best of the new breed.
The old friend
Holy shit that hair is fuckin' STYLIN'! I remember that era... I, too, had the big hair, but with mine it was just the bangs that went straight up about 4" then had the ever-so-slight curl over.
Amazing what you can do with a red-hot curling iron and 12 ounce of Aquanet!
Thanks for doing the meme! :-)
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