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: