Earlier this afternoon, while visiting my parents’ house for Father’s Day brunch, I stumbled upon Mom’s college yearbook. She graduated from Fairleigh Dickinson University in the 1960s, and the 300-and-something pages are an ode to the fashions of the time.
Thin ties.
Tight pants.
Bouncy skirts.
Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy hair. Really, I couldn’t believe what I was looking at. Big, monster movie cuts delivered to Thelma and Jessica and Susan from the Blind and Crazy Salon of Greater New York. I laughed and laughed and laughed, pointing out one bad trim after another. Here, take a look …
Upon arriving home this evening, however, I thought of something: Were the haircuts from my era any better? I broke out the ol’ 1990 Mahopac High School yearbook. The girls were lovely and friendly and enjoyable. Their hair, on the other hand, well … uh … eh … mmm …
