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Things You Don't See Anymore Part 3
- Thread starter Richland123
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I know a few guys that still have them. They trot them out at Disco retro parties. I also see them occasionally on Halloween.
A toy actually played with by my grandfather at the turn of the century.... That's the turn of LAST century.
- Oct 7, 2000
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- Endorsing artist: Musicman basses
So here's something you'd have never gotten me to admit to back in 1972.
There was this guy...
Who I idolized because I thought he had what I needed if I ever wanted to be with someone like this girl...
And the right hair was important.
Right around that time was when men started going to "hair stylists" as opposed to barbers. Problem was that hair stylists charged $15, while barbers charged around $2. My parents refused to cough up the extra $13, so I was left to my own devices to do whatever was necessary to have Keith Partridge hair.
I started styling my own hair, and worked on it every wednesday night.
I'd trim it myself, wash it - put conditioner in it (something else that was new to me at the time), and then use one of these (my moms):
While watching this:
It was a regular wednesday night ritual for me.
There was this guy...
Who I idolized because I thought he had what I needed if I ever wanted to be with someone like this girl...
And the right hair was important.
Right around that time was when men started going to "hair stylists" as opposed to barbers. Problem was that hair stylists charged $15, while barbers charged around $2. My parents refused to cough up the extra $13, so I was left to my own devices to do whatever was necessary to have Keith Partridge hair.
I started styling my own hair, and worked on it every wednesday night.
I'd trim it myself, wash it - put conditioner in it (something else that was new to me at the time), and then use one of these (my moms):
While watching this:
It was a regular wednesday night ritual for me.
And I rocked a "shagging" sexy one too!Hey, that wasn't a "mullet", that was a "shag" hairdo.
And would you believe it if I told you that there are STILL people paying close to a thousand dollars for a mobile phone?
The relative slight difference in price point between the three models bespeaks a time when
a dollar was still a dollar, i.e., "worth something." Off my lawn!
No. It was a mullet in a nicer neighborhood than an NHL locker room.Hey, that wasn't a "mullet", that was a "shag" hairdo.
THAT is rather spectacular! (But the allergens and stuff that gets trapped must be extreme)
