Micheal Jackson is stealing Farrah Fawcett’s thunder.
Yes… Jackson’s death is a huge event; every status I’ve come across on Facebook is Jackson related… BUT… I’ll miss Farrah more.
The Charlie’s Angels star is what I think about when I think of the 1970s.
Why? Like tens of millions of adolescent boys growing up… I looked at Farrah every day.
She was part of my mural of posters.
I had a huge picture of a shiny red lamborghini.
I had a very cool black-and-white photo of U2.
And… I had the iconic poster of Farrah Fawcett. You know the one: Farrah in a red bathing suit, lounging and smiling, with her perfectly feathered-hair and matching lipstick.
Her hairdo was copied by every girl I knew.
I’ll miss Farrah… oh yeah… and Micheal… but for entirely different reasons.
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