Exhibit a. Zac Ephebe, or whatever is his name is, has never done much for me, but even I am moved to pity by an image that looks like his wee little neck might snap at any minute under the weight of all that hair.
And those of us of a certain age will remember the last time the poodle do reared it's tortured head. The early 80s have so very much to answer for.
Certainly Maxwell Caulfield and Ryan Idol have both increased my pulse rate and my pants, but it was their manifold other charms rather than their bouffy dos that did it for me.
Like Mr. P, Miss J is unmoved by Zac what's-his-name. But every teeny-boppette is entitled to her icky crush. Once upon a time, Miss day could DIE for Donny Osmond. Something he and Zac have in common? Stupid, ridiculously long bangs hanging in the faces! At least with his pouf, Zac's eyes can be gazed upon by his fangirls.
ReplyDeletei'd do it if i still could.
ReplyDeleteMiss J
ReplyDeleteBring back Bobby Sherman, that's what I say.
Kevin
I've asked you not to discuss your sex life here before, haven't I?
Just the other day I asked my beauty operator if he would give me a pompadour and he started to unzip my pants. “No no no my other head!” He looked at me and laughed then asked, which hair I wanted cut?
ReplyDeletebooking appointment in Pensacola now.
ReplyDeleteWell, if you gots to, I suppose Peniscola is the place for it.
ReplyDeleteRe: HAIR; I'm going for "surf boi whore" this summer. Just saying. Shaggy with 'natural' highlights that I will pay an unnatural sum for.
ReplyDeleteRyan Idol! Now, there's a blast from the past. He's gone all legit, appearing on Broadway in such fare as the ill-fated revival of "The Ritz." Of course, he spent most of his time onstage wearing nothing but a towel; he's matured quite nicely into a humpy daddy type.
ReplyDeletedidn't he die? i thought he killed himself?
ReplyDeleteNope, Mr. Idol is still alive and well. Perhaps you're thinking of Joey Stefano, who O.D.'ed on cocaine, heroin, morphine, and Special K?
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