oh here i've spent all this time reading your post instead of blowing out my wings! kerry will never love me now!

I have to agree with you that devoting the cover to pictures of us attempting to mimic the hair styles of Farrah and Michael Jackson is bizarre and kind of mocking. At the very least its disrespectful and not funny, but everyone makes mistakes and Kerry is human, I think.

I think I put my photos up before the Kerry called for the open call. I couldn't help but remember the effect she had in my life and my hair. I understand completely that it may be fluff, but an entire generation of women tried to emulate her, and I was certainly one of them. That's a pretty big compliment.

Thanks to all of you, bstrangely, ablonde, and MAWB for taking the time to respond. I am not without a sense of nostalgia and humor; my post likely reflects a deeper systemic issue going on that is difficult to tease out and adequately address in regard to front page content in general. Your comments are all much appreciated!

Angelique,

This is a serious subject that deserves serious analysis.

My hair is certainly able to embody Farrah like charisma & volume, but i choose not to. It is a moral issue.

Farrah was not on my wall as a kid, but i remember that poster well. It was a boon to the surging hormonal evolution of my, and my boon companions', being. She was a sexual icon. She knew it, and gloried in in. So far, nothing wrong here....as if "wrong" has any meaning for me any more...

What is wrong is humiliating her. I've seen her humiliated a few times lately, and i abhorify it. Literally. Scenes of her wasted shell, once so appealing & youn & ...um, well, i guess inspiring ...to gals and guys everywhere...

this is base behavior, and it shall be rewarde...someday..anyway...the OS thing---the call to bare hair--- is a dream of still-pubescent women, or adult women feeling out their pubescence. If our eyes really truly want to see such a spectacle, then by all means have at it. Have at fucking anything...who really cares...it will be swalled up by

Time, Mother Night, as Farrah's body was...it will pass away & we'll be on to the next thing, with bigger teacups to roil up tempests in i hope...like....

how bout the boys do their best dylan? good goddamn luck...that sly weasal has got more faces than even thou, ms simonette..yet...let us all puton a bob dyaln face....

mine is not blonde on blonde", tho it was for many yrs...i shall craft a fine "blood on the tracks look", cuz somewhereinside i'm still virile & despondently poetically acerbic, though lately all this love in the air has put me to the carpet...

ethereal dylan masks, boys! hop to it...

jim

ah, yes...those "deep systematic issues" can be a bitch to "tease Out', cant they? i keep mine in a jar by my desk...

re earthorg & one simple way to care for Gaia...i think reading it poetry with yr face buried in its soft damp welcoming bosom....i shall go outside & try it

who is this "kerry" guy? not john kerry i hope...tho i liked him alot...he gave me my courage to believe that stiff sillyass Northeasterns with a bit of the devil in em can suck-seed...tho dont mess w/ texas

Beneath the scary hair
there is an air-head.
No, not Farrah's hair but theirs.
The hair of those who chose
to pose as pin-up sinners
while the pre-nup winners
made off with the spoils.
For every fluff-haired pin-up girl, there's some poor churl who toils
alone and under-compensated
for the sweat of her thin, hair-pinned brow.
Now, weepy readers stream crocodile tears
of vicarious sorrow.
Tomorrow
another icon of sublimated lust
will bite the dust
forlorn
and sorely mourned
by those who never knew her at all:
just her name
and her fame
and a poster on a wall.

Eva - Simply Brilliant - I am honored you chose to post this wonderful piece here. In a State of Reverence, Angie

Angelique, thanks for having the courage to crusade against insipid mediocrity!

These melodramatic media wakes serve a purpose, no doubt—although I doubt it’s ours. There’s always been something so disturbing about people who keen over strangers puffed to godly proportions, while ignoring the homely souls of their own neighborhoods as they died undignified and pitiful deaths. Every death diminishes, yes, but one death doesn’t diminish more than another’s, solely because they’ve lived a glittered life.

The topsy-turviness of mainstream values is probably best-illustrated by the treatment of Lady Di’s death versus that of Mother Teresa’s. Both died on the same day. Di’s death triggered paroxysms of grief worldwide, while the mother passed quietly in the shadow of the Princess.

—Melissa

Melissa: A most moving comment. A colleague of mine where I teach (grad school) worked with Mother Teresa over-hauling a church so it could be used to serve the community, offering social services in San Francisco. She was quite a power-house, a real force of nature - When a wall was impeding progress, she simply shouted to the construction workers: "TEAR IT DOWN!" No delicate flower, she...

Well, if some of us do not protest the tyranny of mediocrity then as a "collective" we are in danger of eventually mistaking the mediocre for true visionary, artistic/literary, soul-enhancing "meat" - WE ARE NOT MEN: WE ARE DEVO! D-E-V-O! (You get the drift. Although I loved that band. Saw them live once in a tiny club after their hey-day but they were still loads of fun...!)

ANGELIQUE...


EXCUSE ME!

You forgot to respond to my comment re. Farrah's hair.


This is a serious breach of OS etiquette.

Also...

Above, you say
you are "not lacking a sense of nostalgia"...

I'm not quite sure I believe you, but as yet I have no proof.
Hence I won't call you on it. However...
please realize that I shall be ob-
serving your comments with
a proverbial fine-tooth comb,
which I bought at Walmart
($4.99 + tax) today for
the express purpose
of teasing out the
hint of a nostalgic
sentiment...

If you come up short on nostalgia,
I will (privately) inform you of
this, as I know that nostalgia
is important for you to ac-
quire. I got mine at home,
because, after all,
nostalgia means
"homesickness",
according to the 1916
Merriam Websters...

(Gr. "nostos" = a return home
+ "algia" from "algos"= pain)


James
(ha. gotcha. had no idea where this comment was going
til i looked up the word. wow.
weird. like
genius un-
folding...

me, i mean.

you're in oahu)