This post is in response to Aunty's polite request that I publish a photo of myself during my high school punk rock days. I regret to inform her, however, that I have no photos of said phase because, well, my high school days were PDE (pre-digital era) so it's not like everyone was snapping away madly at every single bit of daily life ephemera like they are today. Back then, photo-making was saved for occasions like holidays, weddings, birthdays, etc. And my dearly departed but oh-so-horrified mother was having none of that.
But to give you an idea, for about six months during the latter part of 1979, I was all:
Which is funny to many who know me because since I was a little girl, I have also been all:
And on occasion, all:
Hey, what can I say? Split personalities are for amateurs. Multiple takes skill.
But I can give Aunty an idea of said punk rock phase because I did a modified revisit of the look about 13 years ago. The blond only lasted about 10.8 minutes because if there's anything more difficult than becoming blond, it's staying blond. The cut, though, lasted 4-evah.
Well, at least long enough to totally make S.B., a Southern-Style Alpha Male who liked his wimmin big-haired, think twice about dating Moi. And then think twice some more. But, look! He's still here. Which just goes to show you, the man is a quick study.
I'm thinking of returning to that cut again because it will come in über handy if we climb Kilimanjaro in February. Six days without a shower is bad enough, but if I also start to grow dreadlocks because of it, you may as well shoot me forever. 'cause you all know how I feel about: