Inspired partly by the dumb fashion trend thread and partly by the beginning of the new school year. Ah, memories…
There’s no doubt that my most hideous yearbook picture was taken the year I was in ninth grade. Nineteen eighty four, that was. I wore a white Izod polo shirt with red and teal stripes. Even back then I wasn’t too crazy about that shirt, but I had a pair of earrings that matched it perfectly, and isn’t matching apparel what it’s all about? No. The earrings in question were crafted of a lovely teal plastic in a ball shape. They hung from my young lobes like bloated ticks.
The hair rates its own paragraph here. In eighth grade, I had the classic fem-mullet….only a few inches long on front and sides, with the long back hair in a frizzy perm. Over the summer, that perm had gotten frizzier and frizzier, until one day, on impulse, I put my hair into a ponytail and cut the ponytail off. Imagine how bad that must have looked, and then imagine harder. Mom tried her best to fix it, but the reality was that there was just nothing left to fix.
In spite of my utter repulsiveness, in this school photo I am grinning like a big ole goober.
What? No, I’m not going to let you see it!