This is not my Farrah hair. This is my brother Clay's Farrah hair. The woman's influence extended beyond her own sex. Vain young teenage boys loved her hair as much as her body. And Clay always had great hair.

This is the closest I ever came to Farrah hair. Lifeless and flat, and that took an hour to achieve. I always liked Kate Jackson better than Farrah. She was the "brainy" one, remember? I wanted to be the brainy one because for me it was a realistic goal. A few hours in the bathroom was all it took to convince me that I was never going to be the one with the great hair.
Although, for much of my life I did want to be Clay, minus the great hair.


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Going off to check now....
I had a full sized David poster in my room, but that was a few years before Farrah hit the scene. Wish I still had it.
What a great post!