Tiki Tom
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Oh, you say that now, but wait until YOU'RE 70 years old my friend.Nope.
Re "Hollywood Bosoms," it's interesting and instructive to catch a glimpse of some of the "girlie" shows at the New York World's Fair, as preserved in various surviving home-movie clips readily available online. Footage shot at the "N. T. G. Congress of Beauty and Sun-worshippers' Colony" is especially illustrative of what the average bosom in 1939 looked like, as displayed by assorted bored Hunter College students picking up a few bucks sitting around in the Flushing afternoon sun with only the most compulsory covering. You will see precisely no hyper-pneumatic mammaries, and very few bustlines over what would probably be an "A" cup today.
Large shelf-like bosoms, at least until the rise of the "sweater girl" craze, were expected of dowagers and comic-strip mothers-in-law, not young women. And America in general was nowhere near as boobie-obsessed as it is today -- that had to wait until the postwar era and the appearance on television of Faye Emerson and Dagmar.,
Our hairdressers and barbers have been closed again, reopening in mid April, hopefully. Why is it that many men can lose the hair on their head but as they age, the hairs sprout out of their ears, even grow around the outer rim of the ear? The eyebrows, when left, can grow into something resembling a Venetian blind and nasal hair grows so fast it could almost become a moustache. Roll on opening day.
I got one of those cordless trimmer/clipper gizmos. No fellow of a certain seniority should be without one.
Interesting; vanity never entered into my thinking when it first became necessary for me to use a cane. My only thought was, "My back and leg hurt, and the cane helps to alleviate that." The thing I dislike about using a cane is that I lose the practical use of whichever hand I use to hold the cane.A bad leg recommends a walking stick, which vanity resists...
I remember being deeply jarred the first time I had an adult conversation with an adult who had no memory at all of the twentieth century. And when people talk about "Nineties Nostalgia," I'm even more deeply jarred. You mean the nineties finally ended?