I am a child of the 80s, so I was subjected to the forced perms of the day, but surprisingly enough, that was not my worst hair disaster. Oh no, my hair disaster was much, much worse. Behold …
It was 1988 and I was thirteen. My hair was pretty long, to the middle of my back, and very fine. During this time, I was quite the rebel. I was a headbanger chick and pretty much had groupie hair. I was also kind of shy, so I liked to grow my bangs long and hide behind them. My mom hated this, so one day she lopped them off. What remained was just a little flat fringe extending about one millimeter from the top of my forehead.
That particular day also happened to be the day I was going to see my favorite band, Whitesnake. I went to the concert and had the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to go backstage and meet the band. I got to meet my favorite guitar player, Adrian Vandenberg, and take a picture with him. My friend took it and it was the happiest night of my life.
We got the pictures developed the next day and, uh … sigh. Adrian also happens to be, like, 6'7", so in order to get all of him in the picture, my friend had to kind of cut off part of my face. Okay, she completely cut off my face. The result? I am the proud owner of a picture of Adrian Vandenberg and those stupid bangs, forever memorialized! I haven’t forgiven my friend to this day.