Saturday, January 3, 2009

Love and Jheri Curls (sp?)

I may well miss the days of jheri curls and serenades - what say you? Do you hold any memories of the '80's as dear as I do? You don't have to write an essay about it. The answer is obvious. Of course you miss the '80's, or parts of it. VH1 wouldn't have made it this far without tapping into our nostalgia!

Is it discrimination that the lead singer of the MD's (what does that stand for anyway - are they doctors of love?) is the only group member with no hair (it appears, though, that one member has graduated to a quasi-S curl, or do my eyes deceive me?)? Curl-wearers, rise up!

Ironically I was in the bank today and smelled the old familiar smell of the drip drip. I tried to find the owner of the classic curl but saw only perms and white people. But I know a curl when I smell one, and I have heard there are still survivers rocking the 'do. I hate not, I just comment.

Nevertheless, love is tender. I can say that for sure nowadays. Feels good!

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