Goodbye Jill Munroe
Farrah and Michael in one day. It floods the mind with memories of my youth: feathered haircuts, trying to moonwalk, my best friend Becky's purple vinyl purse with a photo of Michael Jackson on the side. A hair salon in New Jersey called "Feathers" that I insisted my Mom take me to; playing Charlie's Angels in the woods behind our house pointing imaginary guns and saying hold it with a toss of hair. The first time they debuted the 14-minute video for Thriller on MTV and the dance moves I never did quite learn.


Damn you, Farrah, I wasted a lot of hours (and tears) trying to get my hair to flip like yours. I never came close.
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