April 10, 2005
Hair comes, there goes, Slickville!
Where manly, glop-laden hair-styles of the 1950s will leave you gasping![via Eye of the Goof] Pile your scalp-pelt into a pompadour!
No fooling, it was once the height of youthful ambition to have your head look like a duck's arse -- no need to grow feathers, you can learn to do this here. And hairs to ye, parting is such sweet sorrow.
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)))! Haw, bees - this has got me investing bigtime in the antimacassar market. brrrrrr
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Ever heard of the jeri-curl?
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The Jheri curl was much later.
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Oh, but those DA's were so cool on the cats with the red nylon windbreakers (just like James Dean in Rebel Without a Cause,) and the deep blue denims which were never to be washed, 'cause they'd fade. The gossip was that the jeans weren't really perfect till they could stand on their own. I didn't see any shots of the back of the head in the picture galleries, which is funny since it was the carefully aligned feathers meeting in the back that were the cherry on the cake. Combs were so important for guys, since constant maintanece was needed.
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Was a year when the back of everyone's head at one school I attended looked like this. The next year some of the girls started wearing theirs the same way. The waters subsided after that.
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Guys all carried combs in one rear pocket. At school. It could be scary, though, to run into a classmate during summer vacation, because some American parents still subjected their boys to headshaving, so they looked like refugees from a military bootcamp. My parents were incredulous the first times they saw the fuzz growing back. "But that's so ugly!" (my mother) and "Desperate to prevent cooties, I suppose," (my father).
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Divinely daring duckish do's, dear. Delightful! )))
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Fantastic.
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Ah, yes, ducks ass haircuts, grease, and pegged pants. All the slightly older kids were pegging their pants legs (making them fit tight around the lower legs--all the way down, actually) I was behind that nonsense by a trend or two. Ours was hiphugger bellbottoms* and surfer shirts, AND for the ultimate in cool, I had long blonde hair and a peace medallion on a leather thong. *sighs for her misspent ill-dressed youth *and now the damn things are back again--young snots think they invented them *snorts
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Ah, GramMa, we must be of a similar age. Where I once had hair down to my shoulders, I now have hair on my shoulders and the hair on my head has developed very large natural part in the middle.