If you’re a baby boomer, you’ve got a special relationship with your hair. Our moms may have created some pretty amazing styles with their bobs and hair combs in the forties, but we gals took ours to greater lengths (literally) and we started young. Who could forget the fashionable ringlets one could achieve with a jar of Dep and a handful of Spoolies? Even better, you could boast a whole head filled with saucy curls once the Tonette Home Perm became available.
Later, we went from ratting and spraying our hair—mounting colossal beehives to grace the top our heads in the early sixties—to wearing long, stringy, unkempt locks—the definition of hippie chic in the latter part of that decade. Or, if you were in the Black Power Movement, you likely sported a pretty formidable Afro. In fact, hair proved the signature accessory of rebellion. We blared the song, Hair, from transistor radios, were in awe of the bare and busty wonders in the play of the same name, and sprouted a thatch of it under our arms, proudly exhibiting our feminine fuzz in sleeveless peasant blouses. There was no denying it—hair was everywhere!
So, now when we might complain of having a bad hair day, just remember the phrase I’m loving these days: “been there, done that.” And, if you really need some solace, just pull out an old photo of yourself from the eighties. Yes, in this case, there’s no denying it—we really have been there, done that!