The Trip To Heaven Is Easy When There's No Ozone Layer

I saw the sad news Friday morning as I sipped tea and read the news off my monitor. I'm not normally affected when entertainers die. It's sad, but it's not like I know them personally.

But seeing Farrah's pictures, all the pretty pictures of her when she was younger, made me terribly sad.

It was the passing of not an era, but a Hair-a. If you are a woman in my age group or older, unless you were just baby head bald, you had a "Farrah" flip. Some of you still do, I've always said you could determine what era a woman peaked in by her current hairdo. We tend to keep the hairdo we wore in our "hottie" years, sometimes way past the expiration date.

But I think in honor of Farrah, we need to flip it just one more time. It's the right thing to do.

My teenaged BF and I mastered the "Farrah". Halls had to clear when we walked through, the width of our "wings" were just enormously wide. One strong upwind and we could have para sailed with our own hair. I used to get up at five in the morning just to start my "Farrah", the shampooing, the conditioning, the blowing it straight, and then the application of the a curling iron to symmetrically flip each side back into perfect layers.

Then there were three, yes count them, three layers of lacquer to hold the masterpiece in place. Not just any hairspray either, no old lady Aqua Net was going near my mane of hair. I bought special "Farrah Fawcett" hairspray.

Yes, there was such a product. It was made by Faberge. There was also the shampoo and conditioner, but I preferred "Gee, Your Hair Smells Terrific" hair products instead for the obvious reason that they smelled good. I miss the 70's sometimes. Things were just named simply back then.

Shit, I'm starting to sound like Andy Rooney.

Back to Farrah Fawcett hairspray. First of all it smelled wonderful, at least to me. Plus I think you could use it as a spray adhesive too, I would bet you could get a car liner to stick on with it. I can't imagine what combination of PCB's and high octane ethyl alcohol was in it, but I'm sure it had some serious consequences on the ozone layer. I couldn't find a picture of the old aerosol can spray, but I did find this one of the non-aerosol pump. I carried mine in my purse, along with my curling iron for mid day touch ups. So did everyone else. I can't imagine how much hair spray I probably breathed in during lunch period, since all the big haired girls were in the bathroom redoing their hair. The scary part was that we all smoked too and you could smoke (illegally) in the bathroom during lunch.

I'm surprised we all didn't blow that bathroom up with all that spray and open flame.

I've had many hair styles since the Farrah, but none I loved as much. I never did figure out how when she ran, she kept her hair so big and bouncy though. Mine would flop without copious amounts of hair flinging and spraying.

Tomorrow is her funeral. In honor of a passing style icon, I plan on doing the "Farrah" just one more time. If you should see a green mushroom cloud of gas above my home, don't worry. It's just me spraying my 'do into place.

Love and Kisses,

Cult Diva