My best friend & sister-in-law,Wendy, is my blogger guest today (I editorialized with a picture of me during my big hair days & a picture of Wendy & I post Aqua-net):
For reasons I cannot remember (insert the old age jokes here), I pulled out my high school yearbook the other day. I know it had something to do with showing my neighbor, Deb, my “big hair.” After blowing the dust off the cover, I quickly found what I was looking for – me and my large mane. There I am, immortalized forever with what appears to be an atomic bomb of hair on top of my head, the sides blown out like wings and the rest permed. Ugh.
However, my embarrassment quickly faded as we perused the endless pages of large hair and ….. mullets?! I couldn’t believe how many mullets were in my class! And why do I not remember them?? Even some of the “cooler” guys had them (although the “party in the back” was more like a “get together”). We even picked out a few girls sporting them (I believe they are called “fem-mullets”). I came to realize that my class could be titled, “The Year of Big Hair.”
Later in the day I found myself thinking about high school. Like the first line of A Tale of Two Cities, it was the best of times, it was the worst of times. I have to think I’m not alone by saying that. In those days, I defined myself through my hair, my clothes, my friends and who I was dating. I wish I could go back with the knowledge I have now. The knowledge that friends and boyfriends come and go (and you will live after they go), but education and self-esteem are paramount.
I think this is a lesson we all learn in life – after the big hair is long gone.