Farewell Farrah
Farrah Fawcett truly was a seventies icon. I don’t know any boy from the seventies who doesn’t have her image in that red bathing suit burned in their memory.
Charlie’s Angels was my first taste of girl power. I loved the idea of three hot babes taking on the bad guys, using their wits and wiles, working as a team to solve crimes. Charlie was merely a disembodied voice and Bosley provided comic relief. I wanted to be Jill Munro, the sexiest angel. Kelly was glamorous, Sabrina was smart, but Jill, with that mane and those shiny giant teeth was the epitome of karate chopping dream girl hotness. I was certain that if only I had Farrah Fawcett hair I’d be a foxy heroine as well. Unfortunately, I had stick straight mousy brown hair that would not obey a curling iron.
Friday night, when Charlie’s Angels was on television, was always a treat. I’d settle on the couch with my sister, mom and grandmother, multi-generations of brown haired ladies vicariously kicking ass and feeling the sisterhood power for an hour.
Farewell Farrah. You totally rocked.
June 26th, 2009 at 4:41 pm
Three pop culture icons passed away this week but, of the three, I found Farrah’s passing to be the saddest. Even though she wasn’t my favourite Angel (that would be Kelly) Farrah was by far the sexiest and will be remembered as the face of our generation.