The other day, Marcie sent me THIS link to a List of the Day post that showcased a bunch of family studio portraits circa the 1970s/1980s or thereabouts. (And why do all those people look so familiar to me? I keep thinking I KNOW some of them, but I'm sure I must be mistaken!) If you're anywhere between the ages of, oh, say 40 and 65, tell me this: What were we thinking?! Were we really that stoned in the 70's or what? And what was the point of it being the age of free sex if we all looked like this?! Heck! It HAD to be free, 'cause no one who looks like THAT could charge! Thank goodness hair stylists have gotten a whole lot better, too! Or maybe it's just that my eyesight's gotten so much worse.
And just in case that wasn't quite funny enough for you--or if you need to get some of those portrait images out of your mind--check THIS List of the Day post. For some sophomoric reason, foreign translations just seem to crack me up!
I'll leave you with this old photo of me--here's what I looked like on June 29, 1980.
This was right after my audition with the rock band KISS. I almost got the gig, but they found out I don't play a musical instrument, can't sing, am tone deaf, and have absolutely no sense of rhythm. They kind of liked the make-up though, but they didn't think the nose quite worked, and apparently my tongue's not long enough. Boy was I devastated! But at least I didn't have a mullet.