Having been born in Newark, NJ, I consider Zemeckis a flaming optimist. Of course everything is worse than you think. More importantly, it is worse than you fear.
I appreciate your waxing poetic on the existential attributes of a haircut. My experience with haircuts & haircut-adjacent issues was poetically summed up by Longfellow nearly a century before my existence:
"There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good,
She was very good indeed,
But when she was bad she was horrid."
In my case, twas the haircut/hairstyle (& decidedly NOT my character, although come to think of it perhaps that requires further consideration) that was either very good indeed or horrid. As the recipient of many ill-conceived (Why pray tell is the auto correction for "ill-conceived" "ill icon wives?" Who the fuck says "ill-icon wives?!") hair cuts & "permanents" (the name alone should serve as a harbinger of impending doom) throughout the 80s, I contend I would have been better off without them. Numerous times I entered the salon with euphorically high hopes of Amy Grant hair & left broken & shame-faced, looking like Roseanne Roseeannadanna. And the beautician's later attempted remediation resulted in my senior pictures featuring me sporting a post-permed mullet quite accurately resembling a French poodle sitting atop my head.
Thank God for the invention & my late in life discovery of the flat iron. Undoubtedly I should have enlisted the hair beautification services of your sister. We were in the same class & she may perhaps remember me as "the quiet girl who confessed to her during musical rehearsal that I was kind of afraid of her after observing her performance at Jr. High basketball games." Of course she thought that was hilarious & forthwith proceeded to jokingly greet me with "Boo!" when she saw me in the circular hallway of our high school. Incidentally, I still have nightmares (not of your sister), of being lost in the circle unable to find my class until the semester is over. But that is a topic for another day...
Bravo the hair cut!!!!!
Having been born in Newark, NJ, I consider Zemeckis a flaming optimist. Of course everything is worse than you think. More importantly, it is worse than you fear.
Have a stellar week, mon Ami!
I appreciate your waxing poetic on the existential attributes of a haircut. My experience with haircuts & haircut-adjacent issues was poetically summed up by Longfellow nearly a century before my existence:
"There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good,
She was very good indeed,
But when she was bad she was horrid."
In my case, twas the haircut/hairstyle (& decidedly NOT my character, although come to think of it perhaps that requires further consideration) that was either very good indeed or horrid. As the recipient of many ill-conceived (Why pray tell is the auto correction for "ill-conceived" "ill icon wives?" Who the fuck says "ill-icon wives?!") hair cuts & "permanents" (the name alone should serve as a harbinger of impending doom) throughout the 80s, I contend I would have been better off without them. Numerous times I entered the salon with euphorically high hopes of Amy Grant hair & left broken & shame-faced, looking like Roseanne Roseeannadanna. And the beautician's later attempted remediation resulted in my senior pictures featuring me sporting a post-permed mullet quite accurately resembling a French poodle sitting atop my head.
Thank God for the invention & my late in life discovery of the flat iron. Undoubtedly I should have enlisted the hair beautification services of your sister. We were in the same class & she may perhaps remember me as "the quiet girl who confessed to her during musical rehearsal that I was kind of afraid of her after observing her performance at Jr. High basketball games." Of course she thought that was hilarious & forthwith proceeded to jokingly greet me with "Boo!" when she saw me in the circular hallway of our high school. Incidentally, I still have nightmares (not of your sister), of being lost in the circle unable to find my class until the semester is over. But that is a topic for another day...