Yahoo News reports that retro fashions from the ’60s, ’70s and ’80s have been making a comeback.
That makes me grumpy.
Because I’m still upset about the David Cassidy shag haircut my sisters made me get in 1973, when I was 11.
As I explain more fully in my book, “Misadventures of a 1970s Childhood,” available at Amazon.com, Cassidy, the heartthrob star of TV’s “The Partridge Family,” was all the rage in 1973.
Like millions of teenage girls, my sisters had a major crush on him.
They told me I’d be the first kid in St. Germaine School to part my hair down the middle and feather it over my ears. They told me I’d be popular with the girls.
So I did the unthinkable. I pedaled my Huffy spyder bike three miles to the unisex hair salon behind Murphy Mart, then set my crumpled bills and coins on the counter.
“Make me look like David Cassidy,” I said to the lady, a smoldering Marlboro Light dangling from her lips.
She clipped, cut, styled and set. She applied goops and sprays. When she turned the chair around so I could see myself in the mirror, I was horrified.
I didn’t look like David Cassidy. I looked like Cassidy’s TV brother, Danny Bonaduce!
The rest of that day, I hid in my room — until my father demanded I join the family for supper.
I took my seat to his right. He sensed something was off immediately.
Washing his burger down with gulps of Pabst Blue Ribbon, he kept looking at me.
“What the heck happened to your hair?” he finally said.
“I got it cut.”
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