As a little Lethal, on Saturdays in my aunt's beauty salon, the gossip rags had four couples: Sonny and Cher, Elvis and Priscilla (or Priscilla and Mike/Elvis and Linda), Mick and Bianca, and Jackie and Ari. I was baffled by Jackie being married to a man that looked like a frog, or why she was always in a trenchcoat with huge glasses. Especially because we all had JFK memorabilia in our homes. I mean, his memorial program was in our family photo album! But Jackie's hair was another entity. I could stare at it for hours, like Priscilla's, and often did.
Run, don't walk, over to my pal In Curlers' blog to see this amazing feature:
Sunday, September 18, 2011
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6 comments:
Tracey Turnblad, you are nothing but a hair-hopper! Jx
I tried doing that with my hair once, but I ended up looking like a beagle on steroids.
Don't forget Ethel Kennedy and Andy Williams!
My maternal uncle Joe was a career sailor who was planning to retire in Spain, where he had a girlfriend, although he hadn't gotten around to divorcing the German woman who was his second wife. In October of 1968, when Jackie married Ari, I mentioned to Joe that the pope had proclaimed Jackie a public sinner for marrying a divorced man.
"Public sinner?" my uncle replied. "I'll show the pope a public sinner. I'll knock off a piece of ass right in front of him!"
Joe died of a massive heart attack four months later, a few hours before he was supposed to leave for Spain. I'm not sure if there is a moral to this story.
Oh yeah! Ethel...and Joan Kennedy! I remember asking my mother why she looked so different on magazine covers, poor thing.
Jim-Jim - did he mean "knock off a piece of ass" as in do something dirty near the Vatican, or punch out an Italian?
Donna, he meant have have nookie. He was once kicked out of Somerville Hospital for trying to fool around with his first wife when she was in traction.
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