1.21.01
Today I was watching Working Girl, and it got me thinking about how stupid the fashions of the 80's generally were. I bought into the whole Flashdance look. The whole neon pink sweatshirts and matching scrunchy leg warmers were a huge deal. Madonna's lacey crop-top over a satin camisole (I was 12 and had no use for a bra yet) and fingerless gloves were a big hit with me, as were the frizzy blonde poofy perm and big floppy bows atop my noggin. I even owned parachute pants and got into the breakdancing scene (As a fan, not an active participant) before a brief gender-confusing incident over liking Simon Le Bon (and the rest of the Duran Duran crew) so much that I dressed like him. I think I had another spell of that with the Miami Vice look too (I went as Sonny Crockett for Halloween my freshman year of high school).
But never, ever in all of my questionable fashion days of the 80's did I ever look as ridiculous as the secretarial pool in Working Girl. Joan Cusack's hair and make-up were silly when the movie came out, and continue to be silly today.
And Melanie Griffith's hair? I think I accidentally ended up with that shade once after trying to bleach out a botched college-era dye-job involving my head and a bottle of Nice'N'Easy Jet Black semipermanent color -- I cried for days and ended up getting it all shaved off by a friend of mine. (Seriously, who would really want to be 'Apricot Mist' besides Mrs. Banderas?)
