<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?>
<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMESHs_cCp7ImA9WhBaEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023065</id><updated>2013-05-20T20:00:09.548-04:00</updated><category term="Beatles" /><category term="Retro furniture" /><category term="Retro food" /><category term="Life on Mars" /><category term="Retro Lists" /><category term="Land of the Lost TV Series" /><category term="1910s" /><category term="Go Retro mil" /><category term="Julian Lennon" /><category term="Sexy Retro Ladies" /><category term="Wicked Witch of the West" /><category term="Happy New Year" /><category term="Retro houses" /><category term="Retro Product Fail" /><category term="1950s" /><category term="Halloween" /><category term="retro fashion" /><category term="retro dancing" /><category term="Mr. Rogers" /><category term="Retro sexy times" /><category term="Retro Hottie of the Month" /><category term="Retro vacation ideas" /><category term="Just plain weird" /><category term="retro travel" /><category term="vintage people portraits" /><category term="Retro Things to Make" /><category term="Sly and the Family Stone" /><category term="retro TV" /><category term="Retro Television Network" /><category term="retro memories" /><category term="Louis Armstrong" /><category term="retro cat furniture" /><category term="Sexy Retro Men" /><category term="Elvis jumpsuit" /><category term="Lawrence Welk Show" /><category term="The Three Stooges" /><category term="RTV" /><category term="Still Unforgettable" /><category term="Retro places" /><category term="Separated by a Past Life Retro Couple" /><category term="Good or Bad" /><category term="Christmas" /><category term="Mad Men" /><category term="Sesame Street" /><category term="retro design" /><category term="Retro contest" /><category term="Retro cars" /><category term="retro chicks" /><category term="Social norms" /><category term="Charlie Brown Christmas" /><category term="1940s" /><category term="John Lennon" /><category term="Rants" /><category term="1970s" /><category term="Julia Child" /><category term="Fred Rogers" /><category term="1930s" /><category term="Bobby Darin" /><category term="big band boys" /><category term="Woodstock" /><category term="Retro movies" /><category term="retro art" /><category term="Halloween costumes" /><category term="funny vintage ads" /><category term="Buddy Holly" /><category term="Two" /><category term="Foreign Retro" /><category term="1990s" /><category term="Whatever happened to..." /><category term="Couldn't help but notice" /><category term="Teen idols" /><category term="Mister Rogers' Neighborhood" /><category term="TV show themes" /><category term="Retro events" /><category term="Retro Scandals" /><category term="shitty TV finales" /><category term="Huey Lewis and the News" /><category term="Strange retro" /><category term="Retro homes" /><category term="Awards" /><category term="GoRetro milestones" /><category term="Brillante Award" /><category term="Tom Jones" /><category term="Retro Shows" /><category term="Robert Goulet" /><category term="Retro Advertising" /><category term="Retro places to visit" /><category term="1960s" /><category term="A Song's Story" /><category term="Three Ads Too Good Not to Share" /><category term="It's personal" /><category term="1920s" /><category term="One ad too good not to share" /><category term="Retro fads" /><category term="Round eyeglasses" /><category term="Let's Get Physical" /><category term="Retro commercials" /><category term="Modern cat furniture" /><category term="Julia and Paul Child" /><category term="Retro things to buy" /><category term="Two Forgotten Friday Favorites" /><category term="Vintage dresses" /><category term="Cool vintage photographs" /><category term="Retro toys" /><category term="Margaret Hamilton" /><category term="Charles Schulz" /><category term="Valentine's Day" /><category term="RIP" /><category term="Mamma Mia" /><category term="1980s" /><category term="Retro studs" /><category term="bad cover art" /><category term="Retro books" /><category term="Walter Cronkite" /><category term="Natalie Cole" /><category term="Satchmo" /><category term="1970" /><category term="Retro music" /><category term="Retro rants" /><category term="Retro Technology" /><category term="Retro Living" /><title>Go Retro!</title><subtitle type="html">Preserving the people, places, and things from the pop culture past...because some of us still believe in yesterday.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goretro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://goretro.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Pam@GoRetro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122952408610512684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gD0s9YD4mWw/UEULi0q3ZzI/AAAAAAAAEvg/i_tlXs3sH0g/s220/70s%2Bstyle.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>723</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/tlbZq" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/tlbzq" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMESHs-fyp7ImA9WhBaEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023065.post-4758546096817677115</id><published>2013-05-20T20:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-05-20T20:00:09.557-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-20T20:00:09.557-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1970s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Retro movies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1990s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1980s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sexy Retro Ladies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1960s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Retro music" /><title>Happy Birthday, Cher!</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Cher turns 67 today, and to help celebrate the folks &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;at &lt;a href="http://cantmiss.tv/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cantmiss.tv/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;'t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cantmiss.tv/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; Miss TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; invited me to post this groovy infographic showing the &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;history of Cher's career. I'll always remember Cher's impressive movie career, especially as she hit her stride in films in the 70s and 80s, the decades I grew up in. &lt;i&gt;Moonstruck&lt;/i&gt; remains one of my favorite romantic flicks, ever. Happy 67th to Sonny Bono's better half!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cantmiss.tv/cher.php" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt; Images under &lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/us/"&gt;CC BY-SA 3.0&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/"&gt;CC BY 2.0&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Additional data from &lt;a href="http://www.wikipedia.org/"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.directspecialtv.com/"&gt;DirectSpecialTV&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~4/YukpUT4sJGQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goretro.blogspot.com/feeds/4758546096817677115/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15023065&amp;postID=4758546096817677115" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/4758546096817677115?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/4758546096817677115?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~3/YukpUT4sJGQ/happy-birthday-cher.html" title="Happy Birthday, Cher!" /><author><name>Pam@GoRetro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122952408610512684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gD0s9YD4mWw/UEULi0q3ZzI/AAAAAAAAEvg/i_tlXs3sH0g/s220/70s%2Bstyle.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goretro.blogspot.com/2013/05/happy-birthday-cher.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUINQXo5fSp7ImA9WhBbFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023065.post-180287279281522663</id><published>2013-05-15T21:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2013-05-15T21:26:30.425-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-15T21:26:30.425-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1970s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1950s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1990s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1940s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1980s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Social norms" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1960s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Whatever happened to..." /><title>Whatever Happened to...Customer Service?</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kC7xTwccfw8/UZQ0aRUop0I/AAAAAAAAHGo/oG5Bfs9e0Vs/s1600/wealwaystreatyouright.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="466" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kC7xTwccfw8/UZQ0aRUop0I/AAAAAAAAHGo/oG5Bfs9e0Vs/s640/wealwaystreatyouright.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Image via &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/87362701@N00/236994628/sizes/z/" target="_blank"&gt;bayswater97 flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm sure that the lack of good customer service in today's society is something that everyone can relate to. I've held off on ranting about it for so long because I used to work in the hotel industry and a grocery store, and having been on both sides, can tell you that the customer is not always right--nay, sometimes they can be downright douchebags. I've also seen people treat perfectly nice retail salespeople horribly and have actually spoken up on more than one occasion and made off-hand comments, within earshot, about how rude they were when it was my turn at the register.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But lately the tables have been turning, and it's the people working in retail stores who truly have this I-couldn't-give-a-shit-about-you attitude. In the past few months, here are four scenarios I was part of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;1. I was waiting at the counter to buy a blouse at a local consignment shop but the teenaged salesgirl behind it ignored me for a good 2-3 minutes as she was transfixed by her boss, who was assisting another customer as she set off the alarm trying to walk out of the store. She finally said to me without any greeting, "All you all set?" It took all my strength not to say something sarcastic but I did what any good customer does nowadays--I unleashed a bit of my wrath on Yelp. And I was not the only one which tells me there's a problem with the employees in that store.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;2. I was in a local Sephora and asked one of the salesgirls if they had a new black eyeliner pen in stock called Punker. She said she would check and went to another girl and asked her, who just looked at me, shook her head and said, "No, we don't have any left." No mention of when or if it might come back in stock, no mention of looking up another Sephora to see if they had any, and no mention of ordering it on the website. I walked out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;3. I was getting gas at a station location I don't usually go to, but had no choice as the other location is closed for renovations and they have the best gas prices in town. The guy in the booth was on his phone and didn't even look at me when I told him how many gallons worth I wanted. He did, however, look at the money like he was confused and couldn't subtract $45 from $60. So I repeated myself, he gave me the change, and I took it without saying a word. Pardon me for interrupting your personal phone call, asshat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;4. I went out to eat with a Meetup group and we were instructed to sit anywhere in the upstairs area. After being ignored by several waitresses walking by, one of them told us the table we were at was reserved, despite the fact that there was no sign on it. After we grabbed another table, the waitress asked what we were going to have for drinks. I said we hadn't received menus yet and politely asked for some. When she bought them out, she dropped them so hard on the table on purpose that they made a THUNK and walked away. Things seemed to go downhill from there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Grrrrrrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This is such a departure from customer experiences I had growing up. I can still remember the managers of the shoe store and art supply store I visited as a kid, and the name of the kind man who ran the video store in town, Mr. Zappala (how many store owners today do you know by name?) When Mr. Zappala passed away from cancer, there was an outpouring of support in the local paper because everyone adored him. There were so many smaller mom-and-pop businesses around in the 70s and 80s, run by people whose livelihoods depended upon how happy they could make their customers. They couldn't afford to ignore people who walked through their doors...as that would eventually lead to theirs being shuttered. I can understand that working service jobs does not always deliver the greatest paycheck...but you know what? Neither was my hotel salary, but it was a job that paid my way through college, and therefore I had to respect it and the guests whether I liked it or not. If I didn't, I'd be out of a job.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So, I think part of the problem here is they're hiring nitwits who just don't care.&amp;nbsp;And with a lousy economy, if a big store like Walmart loses workers, there's ten more out there desperate to replace them for a piddly paycheck.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Call it part of our increasingly isolated society where no one makes an effort to connect with other human beings. I won't even get into the rise of customer service hell, where you're stuck in "press this for that" purgatory trying to get ahold of a live person.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It stinks, and there's not much we consumers can do except take to Yelp and other review sites.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I came across this 1970s McDonald's training video (gotta love that opening ditty, "the greatest gift you give is the smile you give to your brother...") Nowadays Grumpy Cat doles out more smiles than the workers at McDonald's, but the reason I'm showing it is because there's a segment about a young man who goes to an auto supply store and how he's treated.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If any of you have some great customer service horror stories to share, please do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l0NOhQj1m3s?hl=en_US&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l0NOhQj1m3s?hl=en_US&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~4/MWhb0jBNeyM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goretro.blogspot.com/feeds/180287279281522663/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15023065&amp;postID=180287279281522663" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/180287279281522663?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/180287279281522663?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~3/MWhb0jBNeyM/whatever-happened-tocustomer-service.html" title="Whatever Happened to...Customer Service?" /><author><name>Pam@GoRetro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122952408610512684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gD0s9YD4mWw/UEULi0q3ZzI/AAAAAAAAEvg/i_tlXs3sH0g/s220/70s%2Bstyle.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kC7xTwccfw8/UZQ0aRUop0I/AAAAAAAAHGo/oG5Bfs9e0Vs/s72-c/wealwaystreatyouright.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goretro.blogspot.com/2013/05/whatever-happened-tocustomer-service.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYHSHo9fCp7ImA9WhBbEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023065.post-4747327343863231780</id><published>2013-05-08T19:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-05-08T19:52:19.464-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-08T19:52:19.464-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1970s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Retro movies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1990s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1980s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1960s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sexy Retro Men" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Retro music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="retro fashion" /><title>Gentlemen, Drop Your Razors: Rocking Retro Beards</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--G5GdrjMD7Q/UYriaqdW0pI/AAAAAAAAHFY/EPdaXUg9Y8o/s1600/george+harrison+beard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--G5GdrjMD7Q/UYriaqdW0pI/AAAAAAAAHFY/EPdaXUg9Y8o/s400/george+harrison+beard.jpg" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Up until not long ago, I long detested beards on men (well...and on women, too. Ha.) I can't even explain why--I just thought guys looked sexier and more professional when clean shaven, with nothing standing in the way of any food that might fall from their face while eating. But now, I think a short, well-groomed beard is devastatingly sexy on the right man. What flipped the switch for me? It was watching Christoph Waltz play Dr. King Schultz in &lt;i&gt;Django Unchained&lt;/i&gt;. That beautiful old timey facial hair is as much Schultz's trademark and accessory as the derringer he uses to blow to hell outlaws and abusive slave owners. Waltz has said in interviews that the beard was like a pet, and throughout the movie he cannot resist twirling his 'tache and smoothing it into shape...a character mannerism, I'm sure, he dreamed up himself. Plus he looks dashing with the right length of whiskers in a debonair brown and gray pattern which calls to mind a 1970s Kris Kristofferson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;. What I wouldn't give to feel those bristles gliding across certain parts of my body, but I digress...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We're talking about RETRO beards here! And they are sexy and masculine if done right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Beards have definitely been making a comeback on the celeb circuit in recent years--Ben Affleck, George Clooney, and Jon Hamm are just a few of the men who have been sporting them off camera on a regular basis. However, gentlemen need to take care--and clippers--here, because once a beard grows past a certain length it ventures dangerously into ZZ Top, Ted Kaczynski, Grizzly Adams, biker dude, Santa Claus and crazy hippie guy territory. Also, neck beards are never--NEVER!--ever sexy. I don't care what your hipster friends tell you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;With that in mind, I rounded up a collection of dudes from back in the day who I think looked good with a certain amount of beard. Emphasis on good. Jim Morrison looked terrible with that caveman beard of his, as did Mick Jagger. George Harrison's Jesus look above is quite fetching, but then he turned into Rasputin the Mad Monk by the time &lt;i&gt;All Things Must Past&lt;/i&gt; was released. So you won't find those examples here. Instead I present...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeff Bridges&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TXd3tMrakdQ/UYmmAnagmcI/AAAAAAAAHDk/kz_6kt015jY/s1600/jeff+bridges+love+scene+against+all+odds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TXd3tMrakdQ/UYmmAnagmcI/AAAAAAAAHDk/kz_6kt015jY/s1600/jeff+bridges+love+scene+against+all+odds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Most of us are accustomed to seeing Bridges sport a goatee as "The Dude" in &lt;i&gt;The Big Lebowski&lt;/i&gt;. But how hot was he in &lt;i&gt;Against All Odds&lt;/i&gt; with his short, trimmed beard? So hot that Rachel Ward could not resist his charms among the Mayan ruins of Mexico.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clint Eastwood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MYTWoner6a8/UYml1vN_B4I/AAAAAAAAHDc/zwjEwf_rJZk/s1600/young_clint_eastwood.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MYTWoner6a8/UYml1vN_B4I/AAAAAAAAHDc/zwjEwf_rJZk/s400/young_clint_eastwood.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The good, the bad, and the beard, which is a little bit of both and not ugly (and by bad I mean BADASS.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harrison Ford&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QmsCrh8ZnWM/UYmmVdVctaI/AAAAAAAAHDs/jB2vvb1U1vc/s1600/harrison+ford+beard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QmsCrh8ZnWM/UYmmVdVctaI/AAAAAAAAHDs/jB2vvb1U1vc/s1600/harrison+ford+beard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;After finding this photo, I'm surprised that Harry never really was seen with a beard in his younger years. This is really a quite flattering look on him. Indy, leave the razor at home on your next adventure. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paul Newman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-So0JbPwsnCw/UYm0YPc6DxI/AAAAAAAAHEI/Eyo6Z6Syu2c/s1600/paul+newman+beard.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-So0JbPwsnCw/UYm0YPc6DxI/AAAAAAAAHEI/Eyo6Z6Syu2c/s1600/paul+newman+beard.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't think anything could have made Paul Newman look bad. Something about this beard...perhaps because it's brown...is bringing out his blue eyes even more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paul McCartney&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kI4Mh5krRHo/UYm27nuLNGI/AAAAAAAAHEY/F0HhITU1_To/s1600/beard+paul+mccartney.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kI4Mh5krRHo/UYm27nuLNGI/AAAAAAAAHEY/F0HhITU1_To/s640/beard+paul+mccartney.jpg" width="421" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;All of the Beatles had beards at one time or another, particular by the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let It Be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; came out--I'd like to think they started the hairy trend, after all. Around the time the Beatles broke up, Paul looked like a stoned Neanderthal which is what happens when you get lazy about your beard grooming habits. But here in this photo, with a very short beard, I think he looks absolutely love me do-able.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruce Springsteen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UB0TinfZ8oU/UYrh76Yhi3I/AAAAAAAAHFQ/4XzicaExMDs/s1600/bruce+springsteen+beard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UB0TinfZ8oU/UYrh76Yhi3I/AAAAAAAAHFQ/4XzicaExMDs/s1600/bruce+springsteen+beard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;While I think The Boss looks better without the fuzz, he can still rock a beard--quite literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Steve Jobs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LYQuX_wMzdU/UYm4ssRDKXI/AAAAAAAAHEk/FgjRlXlGxiE/s1600/Young-Steve-Jobs+beard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LYQuX_wMzdU/UYm4ssRDKXI/AAAAAAAAHEk/FgjRlXlGxiE/s400/Young-Steve-Jobs+beard.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It was a bit skimpy in its younger incarnations, but I cannot leave Steve Jobs off a list like this. He did indeed look pretty good with a beard...even better than Ashton Kucher.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Robert De Niro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYq52E8fprk/UYm-S6WehPI/AAAAAAAAHFA/zsqKoF10ljU/s1600/vp7ps8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYq52E8fprk/UYm-S6WehPI/AAAAAAAAHFA/zsqKoF10ljU/s640/vp7ps8.jpg" width="417" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;One of the few times we've seen him with a beard--here with his Oscar for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Raging Bull&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eric Clapton&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-29XZHa17GEU/UYm6GPeF5VI/AAAAAAAAHEw/bIIv23X_Iyc/s1600/Eric+Clapton++beard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-29XZHa17GEU/UYm6GPeF5VI/AAAAAAAAHEw/bIIv23X_Iyc/s400/Eric+Clapton++beard.jpg" width="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Not very nice to the women in his life, but I'm guessing they couldn't resist Slowhand's whiskers. He did look very sexy throughout the 80s with the neat, trimmed beard.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Billy Crystal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kLw6GxYR3Gg/UYmmoqMPLLI/AAAAAAAAHD0/9E0UrHFWkNs/s1600/billy+crystal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kLw6GxYR3Gg/UYmmoqMPLLI/AAAAAAAAHD0/9E0UrHFWkNs/s1600/billy+crystal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;How cute was Billy Crystal in &lt;i&gt;When Harry Met Sally&lt;/i&gt; when he had the beard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christoph Waltz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kfREDyzGaKc/UYmT6iFEpZI/AAAAAAAAHDM/JPDb24vd2a4/s1600/cw_young_beard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kfREDyzGaKc/UYmT6iFEpZI/AAAAAAAAHDM/JPDb24vd2a4/s1600/cw_young_beard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Well looky who we have here! Dr. King Schultz, the early years I presume. Yeah, I had to end it with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~4/kSQtRfGvKpk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goretro.blogspot.com/feeds/4747327343863231780/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15023065&amp;postID=4747327343863231780" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/4747327343863231780?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/4747327343863231780?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~3/kSQtRfGvKpk/gentlemen-drop-your-razors-rocking.html" title="Gentlemen, Drop Your Razors: Rocking Retro Beards" /><author><name>Pam@GoRetro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122952408610512684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gD0s9YD4mWw/UEULi0q3ZzI/AAAAAAAAEvg/i_tlXs3sH0g/s220/70s%2Bstyle.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--G5GdrjMD7Q/UYriaqdW0pI/AAAAAAAAHFY/EPdaXUg9Y8o/s72-c/george+harrison+beard.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goretro.blogspot.com/2013/05/gentlemen-drop-your-razors-rocking.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IBSXo7fip7ImA9WhBUFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023065.post-2140809899163128989</id><published>2013-05-03T19:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2013-05-03T19:59:18.406-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-03T19:59:18.406-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Retro movies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="A Song's Story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1980s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sexy Retro Ladies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1960s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Retro music" /><title>A Song's Story #1: Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WzEHLPvWxuQ/UYRNG_ZCoHI/AAAAAAAAHCs/06tV6FerNJo/s1600/Bang_Bang_(My_Baby_Shot_Me_Down)_(Cher_single_-_cover_art).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WzEHLPvWxuQ/UYRNG_ZCoHI/AAAAAAAAHCs/06tV6FerNJo/s400/Bang_Bang_(My_Baby_Shot_Me_Down)_(Cher_single_-_cover_art).jpg" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Today I'm launching a new post theme for Go Retro: A Song's Story. We'll take a look at some songs from music history that have an interesting history behind them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The reason for my first choice, "Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down," is because I have a confession about it: until yesterday, I never knew that Cher was the original artist to sing the song and that Sonny Bono wrote it! Hard to believe, but I always thought Nancy Sinatra took the credit. Quentin Tarantino is responsible for my personal gaffe--like most people of my generation, the first time I heard it was during the opening credits of &lt;i&gt;Kill Bill Volume 1&lt;/i&gt;. After the film was released, its exposure inspired a lot of bands and singers to cover it--most notably was "Shot You Down" by Audio Bullys who sampled the Sinatra version in what became a top ten UK hit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wFhEHyAIwH4/UYRN_NUf1eI/AAAAAAAAHC4/Fdx9glwxRwk/s1600/Bang_Bang_(My_Baby_Shot_Me_Down)_(Cher_single,_1988_version_-_cover_art).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wFhEHyAIwH4/UYRN_NUf1eI/AAAAAAAAHC4/Fdx9glwxRwk/s320/Bang_Bang_(My_Baby_Shot_Me_Down)_(Cher_single,_1988_version_-_cover_art).jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;However, after hearing Cher's original version which was released in 1966, I'm sold on it and prefer it over Sinatra's. I'm puzzled that I've never heard it on the radio, not even on oldies stations. It's already a haunting, depressing song--the singer is telling about her love who used to play with her when they were children and would pretend to shoot her while they rode on "horses made of sticks." They grow up and she marries him--complete with dancing and church bells--but then he leaves her. She's been shot down again yet again by the creep and it's devastating. But there's something about Cher's version that literally gave me chills as I listened to it twice--first of all, it has a Western/Spanish/gypsy theme running through it. No doubt Bono was inspired by the spaghetti westerns that were gracing movie screens in the mid-60s. It also seems to foreshadow the ultimate demise of Sonny and Cher's marriage in the 70s. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The song was released as a single and on the Cher album &lt;i&gt;The Sonny Side of Cher&lt;/i&gt;. It reached number two on the U.S. Billboard chart in 1966. Sinatra's version was released the same year and pretty much hid in obscurity until it was chosen for the Tarantino movie. It has a more melancholy tone and an opening tremolo guitar effect.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Since its release, the song has been covered by Stevie Wonder, The Beau Brummels, Petula Clark, Vanilla Fudge, Lil' Wayne and Italian, French, German and Japanese artists. Cher herself updated the song in 1987 with a rock feel--but I prefer the original (unfortunately I don't think the audio is synched with this video, but it's the only clip of the music video available on YouTube):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tyfWSa3So7U?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tyfWSa3So7U?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;One cover of the song that I came across the other day and love is this version by a Polish singer named Ania Dabrowska. It was released in 2010 and features some pro drumming as well as a scorching sax solo--this right after I posted about how you don't hear saxophones so much in pop music anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OOGOMm2NkDg?hl=en_US&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OOGOMm2NkDg?hl=en_US&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And there you have it. The song will no doubt shoot me down for many more years to come.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~4/CfpsXJoTa3E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goretro.blogspot.com/feeds/2140809899163128989/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15023065&amp;postID=2140809899163128989" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/2140809899163128989?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/2140809899163128989?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~3/CfpsXJoTa3E/a-songs-story-1-bang-bang-my-baby-shot.html" title="A Song's Story #1: Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)" /><author><name>Pam@GoRetro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122952408610512684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gD0s9YD4mWw/UEULi0q3ZzI/AAAAAAAAEvg/i_tlXs3sH0g/s220/70s%2Bstyle.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WzEHLPvWxuQ/UYRNG_ZCoHI/AAAAAAAAHCs/06tV6FerNJo/s72-c/Bang_Bang_(My_Baby_Shot_Me_Down)_(Cher_single_-_cover_art).jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goretro.blogspot.com/2013/05/a-songs-story-1-bang-bang-my-baby-shot.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQARXY6fCp7ImA9WhBUE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023065.post-5498631465954000032</id><published>2013-04-30T17:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-04-30T17:12:24.814-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-30T17:12:24.814-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="retro TV" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Retro commercials" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Retro Advertising" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Retro Technology" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1980s" /><title>When Hawkeye Hawked Computers</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aODmcjhFKXo/UYAye9SpbFI/AAAAAAAAHCY/KOQ-V_hwE1Y/s1600/MASH&amp;amp;IBM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aODmcjhFKXo/UYAye9SpbFI/AAAAAAAAHCY/KOQ-V_hwE1Y/s640/MASH&amp;amp;IBM.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Image via &lt;a href="http://www.mamecade.com/4-out-of-5-science-fiction-authors-recommend" target="_blank"&gt;Mamecade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A computer/technology pioneer and the cast of a sitcom that never showed a single PC on the set during their run…a match made in advertising heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to an old &lt;i&gt;L.A. Times&lt;/i&gt; article, the cast of &lt;i&gt;M*A*S*H*&lt;/i&gt; replaced the C&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;harlie Chaplin lookalike that IBM was previously us&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;in&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to promote their computers in the late 80s. The president of the agency that created the campaign &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;said that &lt;i&gt;M*A*S&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*H&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*&lt;/i&gt; was a natural fit for the new strategy because they represented teamwork. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;By the time these ads aired/ran, the popular show had been off the air for five years. Maybe the&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;executives also felt that American consumers would appreciate seeing familiar faces to shill computing products. Then again, lots of celebs were showing up in computer print ads and commer&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;cials around this time...Bill Cosby for Texas Instruments, Bill Bixby and Tandy and William Shatner pitching Commodore were just some of the celebrity endorsements for computers during the 80s. &lt;/span&gt;Whatever the reason, the second commercial spot here looks like &lt;i&gt;a M*A*S*H*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Office&lt;/i&gt;....er, mashup: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AykEB1JWQMs?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AykEB1JWQMs?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A few years before this campaign, Alan Alda was the spokesman for Atari computer products. Is it just me, or is this commercial a little unsettling? What the heck is Alda doing dressing in a college boy's room, if he isn't his father? Shouldn't Hawkeye be checking out the girls' dorms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Ehx4o_ArBE?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Ehx4o_ArBE?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~4/2q3-gdxb05o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goretro.blogspot.com/feeds/5498631465954000032/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15023065&amp;postID=5498631465954000032" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/5498631465954000032?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/5498631465954000032?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~3/2q3-gdxb05o/when-hawkeye-hawked-computers.html" title="When Hawkeye Hawked Computers" /><author><name>Pam@GoRetro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122952408610512684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gD0s9YD4mWw/UEULi0q3ZzI/AAAAAAAAEvg/i_tlXs3sH0g/s220/70s%2Bstyle.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aODmcjhFKXo/UYAye9SpbFI/AAAAAAAAHCY/KOQ-V_hwE1Y/s72-c/MASH&amp;IBM.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goretro.blogspot.com/2013/04/when-hawkeye-hawked-computers.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQAQnw6eCp7ImA9WhBVFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023065.post-6185318652232806493</id><published>2013-04-21T09:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-04-21T09:19:03.210-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-21T09:19:03.210-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1950s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1940s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Retro fads" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1960s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Retro things to buy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1930s" /><title>The Milkman Cometh</title><content type="html">&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wqt6v9PgxpM/UXPl-kb0LjI/AAAAAAAAHCA/DAi7E1S-Tkc/s1600/vintage+milktruck.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wqt6v9PgxpM/UXPl-kb0LjI/AAAAAAAAHCA/DAi7E1S-Tkc/s1600/vintage+milktruck.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Image via &lt;a href="http://forums.aaca.org/f169/vintage-delivery-trucks-main-street-u-342440-2.html" target="_blank"&gt;Antique Automobile Club of America forums&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The milkman: for those of us born after a certain time in America, we never got a visit from one...no fresh, cold milk waiting for us in glass bottles on the doorstep or in the milk chute every morning. But there was a time for many decades when regular milk delivery was a given. Milk delivery goes so far back that milkmen first delivered the goods by horse and wagon, before the automobile and milk trucks came along. Many people who did have milk delivered recall how the fat (cream) would rise to the top of the glass milk bottles and would be scooped out and eaten (yum!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There was even a milkman-themed board game produced in the 1950s, called Merry Milkman by Hasbro. As you can imagine, the object was simple: the first player to deliver all of their milk to the neighborhood won the game!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GRw3A69ohY/UXPmakUOOqI/AAAAAAAAHCI/iPk3ad5wK9E/s1600/milkman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GRw3A69ohY/UXPmakUOOqI/AAAAAAAAHCI/iPk3ad5wK9E/s1600/milkman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Via image &lt;a href="http://northwestleeds.tumblr.com/post/17550280165/never-have-i-ever-had-a-milkman" target="_blank"&gt;Northwest Leeds Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;By the time I was born in the early 70s, the milkman had practically disappeared from American neighborhoods. It's not difficult to understand why--milk first got delivered at a time when homes didn't have refrigeration and needed to be consumed fairly quickly before it spoiled. In the 1950s and 60s, not only did households have refrigerators, but the first paper milk cartons were being produced, which were cheaper than the heavy glass bottles milk was first carried in. It also cost more money to have milk delivered then buying it at the local store.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But the milkman may be making a comeback: in recent years I've seen news stories here and there about how the nostalgic love for milk (and food) delivery is keeping the milkman alive and well in some parts of the country. In Louisville, KY, &lt;a href="http://www.ehrler.deliverybizpro.com/home.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Ehrler's Micro Dairy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; delivers milk, cheese, eggs and jam to customers three times a week. In one month alone, they delivered over 800 gallons of milk.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cowtruck.com/wcms/index.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;A.B. Munroe Dairy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of Providence, RI, is another company that provides milk delivery, mainly to the Southern New England area. They've been in business for over 130 years.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And what about bigger city dwellers who crave home delivered milk? Manhattanites are in luck; &lt;a href="http://www.manhattanmilk.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Manhattan Milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, owned and operated by Matt Marone and Frank Acosta, deliver hormone-free milk and other goodies around the New York City vicinity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Interestingly, the milkman never faded away in Britain, where milk delivery remains a trend. As in the States, British milk producers/transporters have diversified their offerings to include yogurt and other foods available for home delivery. In India, milk delivery has never gone out of fashion.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm not sure if I'd ever use a milk service myself--it's still pricier than visiting a store--but I do like the idea of a milk truck making early morning deliveries and keeping a small bit of nostalgia alive.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~4/GtPmx0bzZ00" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goretro.blogspot.com/feeds/6185318652232806493/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15023065&amp;postID=6185318652232806493" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/6185318652232806493?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/6185318652232806493?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~3/GtPmx0bzZ00/the-milkman-cometh.html" title="The Milkman Cometh" /><author><name>Pam@GoRetro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122952408610512684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gD0s9YD4mWw/UEULi0q3ZzI/AAAAAAAAEvg/i_tlXs3sH0g/s220/70s%2Bstyle.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wqt6v9PgxpM/UXPl-kb0LjI/AAAAAAAAHCA/DAi7E1S-Tkc/s72-c/vintage+milktruck.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goretro.blogspot.com/2013/04/the-milkman-cometh.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcNQ3Y7cSp7ImA9WhBVEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023065.post-1211546215484423063</id><published>2013-04-15T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-04-15T14:54:52.809-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-15T14:54:52.809-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Retro Lists" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1980s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Retro music" /><title>Saxy Songs of the 80s</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qPVNlie8IJ4/UWxK0iwMy2I/AAAAAAAAHBw/f9KbVDhPZrM/s1600/saxophone+80s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qPVNlie8IJ4/UWxK0iwMy2I/AAAAAAAAHBw/f9KbVDhPZrM/s400/saxophone+80s.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It must be the toughest gig these days to be a saxophone-playing session musician--you just don't hear them anymore in most mainstream music. One recent exception is Lady Gaga's "Edge of Glory" which featured the late Clarence Clemons. She gets an A for effort in my book, but the song still falls short of the memorable pop and rock tunes that prominently featured a sax--songs that all these years later we still remember for their sultry solos or melodies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's so strange to me that saxophones have disappeared as a pop music trend, as they're hip and sexy. And I'm sure we all know that no other decade personified the sax like the 80s did. It seems like every other song on the radio back then featured a saxophone. As with all other lists, this one is purely subjective...but here are the songs that had (in my opinion) the most memorable saxophones...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You Belong to the City" -- Glenn Frey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I was a big &lt;i&gt;Miami Vice&lt;/i&gt; fan in the 80s, even though I was too young to know what was going on in every episode--the opportunity to drool over Don Johnson was my main motivation for watching the show. That, and the flashy clothing, cars and music. &lt;i&gt;Miami Vice&lt;/i&gt; probably had the best soundtrack of any drama on TV at the time, and I still have a my copy...on cassette! One track that still stands out is Glenn Frey's "You Belong to the City" because of the repeating saxophone riff throughout. Frey played all instruments on the song &lt;i&gt;except&lt;/i&gt; for the sax...that was accomplished by studio musician Bill Bergman.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1yUmhsy3KuY?hl=en_US&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1yUmhsy3KuY?hl=en_US&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Urgent" -- Foreigner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This list wasn't put together in any particular order, but if I had to pick one top 80s saxophone song it would have to be Foreigner's "Urgent." Motown sax legend Junior Walker played on the album version (as did Thomas Dolby on synthesizer.) The whole song just screams sex and it wouldn't be the same without Walker's sax riff and scorching solo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FHnNIoNUZig?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FHnNIoNUZig?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Careless Whisper" -- Wham!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A list of notable saxophone songs would not be complete without "Careless Whisper", a song which got overplayed both on the radio and MTV (and which Brooke Shields thought was about her after her breakup with George Michael--ha!) Michael was only 17 when he composed the song on a bus and thought up the sultry sax rift himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/izGwDsrQ1eQ?hl=en_US&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/izGwDsrQ1eQ?hl=en_US&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Smooth Operator" -- Sade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What makes "Smooth Operator" stand out is the sax plays a starring role throughout the song, vs. just having a short solo--just like the character Sade is singing about; a rich,&amp;nbsp;promiscuous playboy. Stu Mathhewman played sax on the studio recording and in the music video.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4TYv2PhG89A?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4TYv2PhG89A?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Maneater" -- Hall and Oates&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Charles DeChant has been a band member of Hall and Oates since the 1970s, and actually plays several instruments including flute, guitar and keyboards. But he's mainly a saxophone expert and "Maneater" was a song that definitely let his sax skills shine. A song with a title like "Maneater" deserves a saxophone. Daryl Hall has said that the track at the time wasn't like anything else on the radio. It reached number one on the U.S. charts in 1982 and stayed there for 4 weeks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yRYFKcMa_Ek?hl=en_US&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yRYFKcMa_Ek?hl=en_US&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"True" -- Spandau Ballet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Steve Norman (also pictured at Live Aid at the top of this post) was Spandau Ballet's saxophonist, but didn't start with the band that way--he was originally a guitarist. By the third album he introduced the sax to the group's sound, lending a much-needed sax solo to their big hit, "True."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AR8D2yqgQ1U?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AR8D2yqgQ1U?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Rio" -- Duran Duran&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;British saxophonist Andy Hamilton played with several 80s bands including Wham!, Pet Shop Boys and Duran Duran. He's the saxophone player we hear on the song "Rio" but in the music video, two members of Duran Duran mimic the playing: bassist John Taylor while on a cliff and keyboardist Nick Rhodes on a raft. Hamilton also contributed sax to another DD hit, "Union of the Snake."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e3W6yf6c-FA?hl=en_US&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e3W6yf6c-FA?hl=en_US&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Who Can It Be Now?" -- Men at Work&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Greg Ham from Men at Work played several instruments, but it's his saxophone playing on "Who Can It Be Now?" that no doubt made the song a hit and introduced the world to the new wave Australian band.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SECVGN4Bsgg?hl=en_US&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SECVGN4Bsgg?hl=en_US&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There are dozens more songs out there and expanding the criteria here to include the 1970s would have brought Bruce Springsteen and Billy Joel to the list. What are your most memorable saxophone songs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~4/sSrY2zaPRzY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goretro.blogspot.com/feeds/1211546215484423063/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15023065&amp;postID=1211546215484423063" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/1211546215484423063?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/1211546215484423063?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~3/sSrY2zaPRzY/saxy-songs-of-80s.html" title="Saxy Songs of the 80s" /><author><name>Pam@GoRetro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122952408610512684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gD0s9YD4mWw/UEULi0q3ZzI/AAAAAAAAEvg/i_tlXs3sH0g/s220/70s%2Bstyle.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qPVNlie8IJ4/UWxK0iwMy2I/AAAAAAAAHBw/f9KbVDhPZrM/s72-c/saxophone+80s.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goretro.blogspot.com/2013/04/saxy-songs-of-80s.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MGQnY-fyp7ImA9WhBXGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023065.post-8375667448816847709</id><published>2013-04-02T16:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-04-02T16:43:43.857-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-02T16:43:43.857-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1970s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1980s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1960s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="GoRetro milestones" /><title>Seeking the Great Go Retro Scoop</title><content type="html">&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gwa4WYPVZJ0/UVs9Sj6Oc6I/AAAAAAAAHBg/JyVgcOZcLjg/s1600/retro+reporter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gwa4WYPVZJ0/UVs9Sj6Oc6I/AAAAAAAAHBg/JyVgcOZcLjg/s400/retro+reporter.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo credit: &lt;a href="http://500px.com/photo/6820038" target="_blank"&gt;Mathieu Meunier&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know this blog has been quiet of late…and it's going to be even quieter as I'm leaving for Washington D.C. on Thursday for a mini-vacation and to see the cherry blossoms in the nation's capitol. In the meantime, there's something that's been on my mind lately. Go Retro is now six years old and in all that time there is a type of post I would love to do which hasn't been accomplished yet and that's to interview somebody. That's right, I'm looking for a great scoop--so consider this an open call to find someone relevant to pop culture history who wouldn't mind answering a few questions for this blog. Some of the subjects I have in mind include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;*Someone who co-starred in a notable music video from the 80s who might have a story or two about the band/performer and the behind the scenes going-ons (I came close a few years ago when I almost got the woman who starred as Alice in Tom Petty's "Don't Come Around Here No More" video, but she flaked on me. Pfffft. Her loss, right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;*Someone who worked behind the scenes on a notable TV sitcom or variety show from the 60s, 70s or 80s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;ormer Playboy bunny who worked in one of the Playboy clubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;ormer go-go or backup dancer for any of those variety/music shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;oadie&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;groupie for a band/performer from the 60s, 70s or 80s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Someone who worked for or had a close encounter with the Beatles, The Rolling Stones, or any other notable &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;music group/performe&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;r from the era&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get my drift. Anyone who has a good story to tell.&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; If you or someone you know fits the bill, f&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;eel free to email me at GoRetr&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;o1@hotmail.com&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~4/zdDTfvl48Aw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goretro.blogspot.com/feeds/8375667448816847709/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15023065&amp;postID=8375667448816847709" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/8375667448816847709?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/8375667448816847709?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~3/zdDTfvl48Aw/seeking-great-go-retro-scoop.html" title="Seeking the Great Go Retro Scoop" /><author><name>Pam@GoRetro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122952408610512684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gD0s9YD4mWw/UEULi0q3ZzI/AAAAAAAAEvg/i_tlXs3sH0g/s220/70s%2Bstyle.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gwa4WYPVZJ0/UVs9Sj6Oc6I/AAAAAAAAHBg/JyVgcOZcLjg/s72-c/retro+reporter.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goretro.blogspot.com/2013/04/seeking-great-go-retro-scoop.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAASXYyeip7ImA9WhBXEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023065.post-6817761965382978573</id><published>2013-03-24T16:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2013-03-24T16:59:08.892-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-24T16:59:08.892-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="retro TV" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1910s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="retro fashion" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1920s" /><title>Are You Being Served? Mr. Selfridge to Premiere on PBS</title><content type="html">&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHK4-qL6uBk/UU9g7uIyKRI/AAAAAAAAHBA/LOvCjfifElg/s1600/mr+selfridge+and+his+women.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHK4-qL6uBk/UU9g7uIyKRI/AAAAAAAAHBA/LOvCjfifElg/s1600/mr+selfridge+and+his+women.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo via &lt;a href="http://janeaustenfilmclub.blogspot.com/2013/03/mr-selfridge-and-call-midwife-season-2.html" target="_blank"&gt;The Jane Austin Film Club&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Should I be ashamed that I had never heard of one of England's most prominent department stores, Selfridges, until PBS started promoting the premiere of the series &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mr. Selfridge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; a few weeks ago? This latest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Masterpiece Theater&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; series premieres on Sunday, March 31 and stars cutie Jeremy Piven as the wheelin' and dealin' Midwestern American store mogul Harry Selfridge who made a name for himself when he opened up the first department store of its kind, Selfridges, in London in 1909.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JGR1OfIidGE/UU9kEte2-pI/AAAAAAAAHBI/0jbUf80dpNk/s1600/SelfridgesRooftop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JGR1OfIidGE/UU9kEte2-pI/AAAAAAAAHBI/0jbUf80dpNk/s400/SelfridgesRooftop.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;An illustration of Selfridges' rooftop via &lt;a href="http://melbourneblogger.blogspot.com/2009/04/selfridges-suffragettes-and-fashion.html" target="_blank"&gt;Melbourne Blogger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Big whoop, you may be saying. How exciting can a series about a department store be? That's what I thought until I found out that the flagship Oxford Street Selfridges at one time had a rooftop terrance that showcased gardens, parties, fashion shows, cafes, mini golf and even a ladies' gun club. Harry Selfridge also revolutionized the way customers shopped, by making a trip to the store fun and exciting. He started window displays and has been credited with coining the phrase "The customer is always right." (I am sure that many folks who work in service-related industries would like to slap him for creating that mantra.) Every detail of the store--from lighting to the way salespeople approached customers--was meant to provide a pleasurable shopping experience. Let's hear it for materialism!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kuSWXQIvGto/UU9mn06RNAI/AAAAAAAAHBQ/ko-9wFXJlAA/s1600/selfridges.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kuSWXQIvGto/UU9mn06RNAI/AAAAAAAAHBQ/ko-9wFXJlAA/s400/selfridges.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am sure that the series' producers embellished the Selfridge saga with storylines and events that never took place and will play up Harry Selfridge's womanizing ways (Jeremy Piven looks like he's having too much fun with the ladies in the photo above to portray a dedicated family man.) According to the PBS site, a showgirl and "temptress" named Ellen Love will be one of the women drawn to Mr. Selfridge's charisma. PBS is clearly hoping to corral the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Downtown Abbey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; fans like myself who are going through withdrawal, as the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Selfridge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; promos starting airing the minute the last season of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Downton&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; ended.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Something sad and ironic to note, which may or may not be portrayed in the series: for all of his success, Mr. Selfridge went bankrupt during the Great Depression, pretty much because he couldn't curb his own spending habits and gambling addiction.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I guess we'll see how this plays out when &lt;i&gt;Mr. Selfridge&lt;/i&gt; airs the first of its right episodes next Sunday on PBS. Here's a preview of the series:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iKDA8Cam2YA?hl=en_US&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iKDA8Cam2YA?hl=en_US&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~4/Cq-adFs2NW0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goretro.blogspot.com/feeds/6817761965382978573/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15023065&amp;postID=6817761965382978573" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/6817761965382978573?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/6817761965382978573?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~3/Cq-adFs2NW0/are-you-being-served-mr-selfridge-to.html" title="Are You Being Served? Mr. Selfridge to Premiere on PBS" /><author><name>Pam@GoRetro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122952408610512684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gD0s9YD4mWw/UEULi0q3ZzI/AAAAAAAAEvg/i_tlXs3sH0g/s220/70s%2Bstyle.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHK4-qL6uBk/UU9g7uIyKRI/AAAAAAAAHBA/LOvCjfifElg/s72-c/mr+selfridge+and+his+women.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goretro.blogspot.com/2013/03/are-you-being-served-mr-selfridge-to.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04CSXkzfSp7ImA9WhBQGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023065.post-8983649330312834202</id><published>2013-03-20T22:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2013-03-20T23:19:28.785-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-20T23:19:28.785-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="retro TV" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1970s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sexy Retro Ladies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Retro fads" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="retro fashion" /><title>The Valerie Harper Blog-A-Thon: How Rhoda Got the Rhoda Look</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI1WBuabo0I/UUpz7PgyjhI/AAAAAAAAHAY/_9PT2PSFq_0/s1600/rhoda_ornage+scarf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI1WBuabo0I/UUpz7PgyjhI/AAAAAAAAHAY/_9PT2PSFq_0/s400/rhoda_ornage+scarf.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The Valerie Harper Blog-A-Thon that Amanda at &lt;a href="http://madefortvmayhem.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;MadeForTVMayhem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; organized still marches on, and it's been wonderful seeing all of the love this week for one of our favorite TV ladies. I've had so much fun reading the other posts that I realized one of my own wasn't enough for me. So today I want to talk a bit about Rhoda Morgenstern's signature bohemian look and how Valerie Harper herself was inspired to create her character's fashion sense. Disclaimer: I'm pulling much of the details from a story &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/fash-track/story-valerie-harpers-signature-head-426484" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;The Hollywood Reporter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; posted a couple of weeks ago.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm sure that when many of us think of Rhoda, we immediately think of headscarves. "That's so &lt;i&gt;Rhoda"&lt;/i&gt; I think to myself when I see someone wearing a scarf this way--even if it's in a fashion photo taken years before television audiences were introduced to Rhoda. Headscarves were to this iconic TV character what a leather jacket was to Fonzie, and what shoes would become years later to Carrie Bradshaw. On &lt;i&gt;The Mary Tyler Moore Show&lt;/i&gt; and later for a bit on her spin-off sitcom, &lt;i&gt;Rhoda&lt;/i&gt;, Mary's best friend was rarely seen without a colorful scarf tied around her head.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1eUpYtb9f4U/UUpzcl00LKI/AAAAAAAAHAQ/hK6F6VsLv-Y/s1600/valerie_harper_53343.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1eUpYtb9f4U/UUpzcl00LKI/AAAAAAAAHAQ/hK6F6VsLv-Y/s400/valerie_harper_53343.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There actually seem to be two stories about how scarves found their way into Rhoda's closet. The first is that Valerie Harper's secretary used to wear scarves and inspired the look.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But according to The Hollywood Reporter, it was another woman who was responsible for being Rhoda's fashion muse.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A forthcoming book by author Jennifer Keishin Armstrong, &lt;i&gt;MaryandLouandRhodaandTed: And All the Brilliant Minds Who Made The Mary Tyler Moore Show A Classic&lt;/i&gt;, explains that Rhoda originally was portrayed as a somewhat dowdy character, with baggy clothes that would keep her blended with the background. But Valerie Harper lost 30 pounds on Weight Watchers, and she was inspired to kick her character's wardrobe up a notch when she saw Mary's stand-in, Mimi Kirk, hanging out on the set one day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BEf2JSRGI0s/UUp1BUegAuI/AAAAAAAAHAo/6fJNdYaVCNo/s1600/rhoda_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BEf2JSRGI0s/UUp1BUegAuI/AAAAAAAAHAo/6fJNdYaVCNo/s320/rhoda_1.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Kirk, a self-proclaimed "late hippie" and free spirit of her own, was wearing a scarf around her head and colorful clothing. Harper was inspired and asked the show's co-creator Allen Burns how he would feel if Rhoda dumped the "schlumpy" stuff. Rhoda, after all, was a creative individual; she worked as a window dresser for a department store. Why shouldn't her clothing reflect that artistic quirkiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Burns was all for it and as Kirk told The Hollywood Reporter, she actually made a lot of Rhoda's scarves herself, as not every store scarf was the right size and shape to tie them just so around a head. A lot of Rhoda's headwear was crafted from fabrics including bed sheets and table clothes that Kirk would cut and sew. She also made a lot of Rhoda's jewelry and went to Harper's house for a little closet cleaning, getting rid of anything that Rhoda wouldn't wear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I love this clip that I found the other day, which explains how to get the Rhoda look:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gD1pKAugvWM?hl=en_US&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gD1pKAugvWM?hl=en_US&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8fBqctjauw0/UUp0OuKyQ2I/AAAAAAAAHAg/tAMnUckTqMo/s1600/Rhoda4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8fBqctjauw0/UUp0OuKyQ2I/AAAAAAAAHAg/tAMnUckTqMo/s400/Rhoda4.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's interesting to note that by season three of the spin-off series &lt;i&gt;Rhoda&lt;/i&gt;, the character was becoming a savvy businesswoman and underwent a wardrobe makeover, ditching the scarves and bohemian clothing for more workplace-oriented attire. Someone--perhaps the writers, perhaps Harper herself--felt that Rhoda needed to be less artsy and more sophisticated (not that scarves can't be sophisticated.) No matter. Rhoda was beautiful either way--and her trademark accessory lives on in television history.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~4/Y161m3OR9hg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goretro.blogspot.com/feeds/8983649330312834202/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15023065&amp;postID=8983649330312834202" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/8983649330312834202?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/8983649330312834202?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~3/Y161m3OR9hg/the-valerie-harper-blog-thon-how-rhoda.html" title="The Valerie Harper Blog-A-Thon: How Rhoda Got the Rhoda Look" /><author><name>Pam@GoRetro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122952408610512684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gD0s9YD4mWw/UEULi0q3ZzI/AAAAAAAAEvg/i_tlXs3sH0g/s220/70s%2Bstyle.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI1WBuabo0I/UUpz7PgyjhI/AAAAAAAAHAY/_9PT2PSFq_0/s72-c/rhoda_ornage+scarf.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goretro.blogspot.com/2013/03/the-valerie-harper-blog-thon-how-rhoda.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8EQ3o9fyp7ImA9WhBQFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023065.post-1480465227347947227</id><published>2013-03-19T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-03-19T07:00:02.467-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-19T07:00:02.467-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="retro TV" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1990s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1980s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sexy Retro Ladies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Land of the Lost TV Series" /><title>Land of the Lost (Valerie Harper) TV Series: City</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kPU96KDvMoQ/UUfVyhFEBVI/AAAAAAAAG_w/dK0dihISQq0/s1600/CITYSEASON1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kPU96KDvMoQ/UUfVyhFEBVI/AAAAAAAAG_w/dK0dihISQq0/s640/CITYSEASON1.JPG" width="508" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All images from &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/music2/ejsnet/citygal.html" target="_blank"&gt;CityGal on Angelfire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A few years ago I received an invitation in the mail to be part of a TV focus group event that was taking place at a local hotel. We were told that the group wanted the public's opinions on new TV pilots that had the potential to become full-fledged sitcoms. In exchange was the chance to win free groceries and other prizes. Little did I know at the time that it turned out to be a scam--the "pilots" that were shown to us were clearly anything but NEW programming. The clothing, hairstyles, cars and huge honking telephones were dead giveaways that they were filmed in the early 90s. One show we watched was about a woman who felt she had a past life connection with a love interest. The acting and storyline was so horrendous it could make any soap opera look like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Downton Abbey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;One sitcom that they aired, however, stands out to me to this day because it was the best one. It starred Valerie Harper and was called &lt;i&gt;City&lt;/i&gt;. We were told that Harper was considering making a return to sitcom television and the network needed test audiences to provide their opinion of it. What they didn't reveal, however, is that &lt;i&gt;City&lt;/i&gt; had already aired its entire 13 episodes on CBS from January through June 1990.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7A-3SLKgZCI/UUfWJEoKOtI/AAAAAAAAG_4/I9UYlzDCass/s1600/CITYINTRO4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7A-3SLKgZCI/UUfWJEoKOtI/AAAAAAAAG_4/I9UYlzDCass/s400/CITYINTRO4.JPG" width="322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;City&lt;/i&gt; was Valerie Harper's return to sitcom television after her previous situation comedy, &lt;i&gt;Valerie&lt;/i&gt;, resulted in her dismissal from the show over salary and contract disputes. Harper starred&amp;nbsp;as city manager and widow Liz Gianni, who had to deal with the bureaucratic day-to-day job duties as well as a truly kooky staff (including a stupid security guard who coats himself with White-Out to ensure that no one could ever steal it) and her 19 year-old college dropout daughter, Penny, who is the cause of some household angst thanks to her dating choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5SCXRXqh8n0/UUfWQvcJC_I/AAAAAAAAHAA/LDu1Aut45hU/s1600/CITYINTRO3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5SCXRXqh8n0/UUfWQvcJC_I/AAAAAAAAHAA/LDu1Aut45hU/s400/CITYINTRO3.JPG" width="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Unlike Valerie Harper's iconic Rhoda, Liz Gianni didn't sport headscarves, but she did have some amazing big hair in this series along with feminine power suits. Among her eccentric crew was Anna-Maria Batista (Liz Torres), a Cuban purchasing agent who pronounced "yep" as "jep," Wanda Jenkins (Tyra Ferrell), an African American secretary who was once married to a classical pianist, Gloria Elgis (Mary Jo Keenan), a city social worker and spoiled bubblehead, and Roger Barnett (Todd Susman), the assistant city manager with a weakness for gambling. Everyone reported to the corrupt Deputy Mayor Ken Resnick, played by Stephen Lee. No doubt the producers probably had the unique characters of&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Night Court&lt;/i&gt; in mind when the sitcom was conceived.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There were some weird coincidences between &lt;i&gt;City&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Valerie&lt;/i&gt;, which by this time had been renamed &lt;i&gt;The Hogan Family&lt;/i&gt; after Harper's character was written off the show and replaced by a new female character played by Sandy Duncan. The actress who played Liz's daughter, Penny, on &lt;i&gt;City&lt;/i&gt; was LuAnne Ponce--the sister of one of the boys who played Valerie Harper's son on &lt;i&gt;Valerie&lt;/i&gt;, Danny Ponce. Valerie Hogan's husband on &lt;i&gt;Valerie&lt;/i&gt; was named Michael, as was Liz Gianni's late husband on &lt;i&gt;City&lt;/i&gt;. CBS also scheduled &lt;i&gt;City&lt;/i&gt; to air opposite of &lt;i&gt;The Hogan Family&lt;/i&gt; on NBC.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;City&lt;/i&gt; is so elusive in television history that I couldn't locate any video clips to include in my post.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;For whatever reason, this show failed to secure a second season despite debuting with really great Nielsen ratings which held strongly through April 1990. It's a shame that it only lives on thanks to a lame research company's attempts to pass it off as modern-day TV fare.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As far as the research study scam, no real harm was done. They collected everyone's addresses, but I don't think they did anything with them as I didn't receive any unwanted junk mail as a result. Valerie Harper's husband considered suing the research company that aired the pilot of &lt;i&gt;City&lt;/i&gt; across the country, as the use was unauthorized. At least these screenings have exposed some folks to a series that deserved to air longer than it actually did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n8ZT8OGVmeI/UUfVsVO6tWI/AAAAAAAAG_s/ivV17KgFXC0/s1600/CITYINTRO.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n8ZT8OGVmeI/UUfVsVO6tWI/AAAAAAAAG_s/ivV17KgFXC0/s400/CITYINTRO.JPG" width="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~4/mzhzI4KYn1Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goretro.blogspot.com/feeds/1480465227347947227/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15023065&amp;postID=1480465227347947227" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/1480465227347947227?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/1480465227347947227?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~3/mzhzI4KYn1Y/land-of-lost-valerie-harper-tv-series.html" title="Land of the Lost (Valerie Harper) TV Series: City" /><author><name>Pam@GoRetro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122952408610512684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gD0s9YD4mWw/UEULi0q3ZzI/AAAAAAAAEvg/i_tlXs3sH0g/s220/70s%2Bstyle.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kPU96KDvMoQ/UUfVyhFEBVI/AAAAAAAAG_w/dK0dihISQq0/s72-c/CITYSEASON1.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goretro.blogspot.com/2013/03/land-of-lost-valerie-harper-tv-series.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMFSHc5eCp7ImA9WhBQE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023065.post-3321204121649355005</id><published>2013-03-15T11:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2013-03-15T11:46:59.920-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-15T11:46:59.920-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="retro TV" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1970s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1980s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sexy Retro Ladies" /><title>Announcing the Valerie Harper Blog-A-Thon!</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GLn93msSh7U/UUNBmpbNV6I/AAAAAAAAG_Y/Y0SsV6w6kvE/s1600/VHBadge5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="365" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GLn93msSh7U/UUNBmpbNV6I/AAAAAAAAG_Y/Y0SsV6w6kvE/s400/VHBadge5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm very pleased to announce my participation in a special event taking place next week--a Valerie Harper Blog-A-Thon! From March 19th-22nd, several cool bloggers and myself will be posting all about the lovely lady who won our hearts over on 1970s and 1980s American television. A big shout-out and thank you go to Amanda from the awesome blog &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://madefortvmayhem.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Made For TV Mayhem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for putting together this blog-a-thon to celebrating the life and career of Valerie Harper. Want to know who else is participating? Here's the list--be sure to give these blogs and sites a visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christmastvhistory.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Christmas TV History&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://craftypantscarol.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Craftypants Carol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Not all posts suitable for office viewing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dailygrindhouse.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Daily Grindhouse&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://howsweetitwas.wordpress.com/" target="_blank"&gt;How Sweet it Was&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kindertrauma.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Kindertrauma&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://michaelstvtray.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Michael's TV Tray&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mooninthegutter.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Moon in the Gutter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My post will be going up on March 19, so stay tuned. Are you a blogger yourself who would like to participate? Just visit Made For TY Mayhem and leave a comment for Amanda with a link to your Valerie Harper post! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~4/hNyxZbDwpiA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goretro.blogspot.com/feeds/3321204121649355005/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15023065&amp;postID=3321204121649355005" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/3321204121649355005?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/3321204121649355005?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~3/hNyxZbDwpiA/announcing-valerie-harper-blog-thon.html" title="Announcing the Valerie Harper Blog-A-Thon!" /><author><name>Pam@GoRetro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122952408610512684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gD0s9YD4mWw/UEULi0q3ZzI/AAAAAAAAEvg/i_tlXs3sH0g/s220/70s%2Bstyle.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GLn93msSh7U/UUNBmpbNV6I/AAAAAAAAG_Y/Y0SsV6w6kvE/s72-c/VHBadge5.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goretro.blogspot.com/2013/03/announcing-valerie-harper-blog-thon.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8ER3g6cCp7ImA9WhBRGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023065.post-7762599831412509461</id><published>2013-03-09T22:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2013-03-09T22:40:06.618-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-09T22:40:06.618-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1970s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1950s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1990s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1980s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Social norms" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Retro fads" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1960s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Whatever happened to..." /><title>Not Your Papa's Oldsmobile: The End of the Love Affair Between Teens and Cars</title><content type="html">&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvFfg4VtojY/UTtYqos8CgI/AAAAAAAAG-k/KdR5R5r-ruM/s1600/69chevy+younger+generation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvFfg4VtojY/UTtYqos8CgI/AAAAAAAAG-k/KdR5R5r-ruM/s640/69chevy+younger+generation.jpg" width="473" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ad via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.adclassix.com/images/69chevroletcamaross.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;AdClassix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Man, remember how thrilling it was to get your driver's license? When I was in high school, entering your 16th year was an exciting time because it meant you'd get to drive. You'd savor the sweet feeling of freedom behind the wheel, as you no longer had to be shuttled everywhere by your parents, an older family member or a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This is a feeling that was shared by teens when they became legally able to drive over the past 50 years or so. But lately, something has changed, as I found out via a few news reports last year. Teens and young adults are no longer in love with cars, driving, and auto culture. In fact, they'd rather own a smartphone or a tablet than an automobile. And many aren't even bothering to learn how to drive. In the 1950s, we would have called these kids "squares." But today it's the norm, and understandably, auto makers are a little concerned about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The way I see it, there are a few reasons why today's young adults simply don't dig cars as much as previous generations did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ujp6sy1Thag/UTv9JrBprgI/AAAAAAAAG_A/baZSmlzuLPE/s1600/chevy2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="432" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ujp6sy1Thag/UTv9JrBprgI/AAAAAAAAG_A/baZSmlzuLPE/s640/chevy2.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Image via &lt;a href="http://retrofashion66.blogspot.com/2011/12/cars-and-girls-part-two-august-1967.html" target="_blank"&gt;Classic Style Preservation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Buying/Owning a Car is Expensive.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;From this point of view, I can understand why today's kids don't want a car: they're expensive, especially when compared to the bang you could get for your buck in the 1960s and 70s. A VW Beetle, for example, retailed for about $1,700 during the 60s. Today's version starts at around $20,000. Even a four cylinder Kia with just the basic features will run you about $14,000. Not to mention there's the on-going cost of maintaining a car--and paying for gas (which is hovering in my area around $3.65.) The price of everything has gone up--except for the average American family's income, or at least not enough when compared to the jump in inflation. Teens and 20-somethings were hit hard by this recent downturn in the economy, and they simply cannot afford to own an automobile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tj9BqbtsUyA/UTv_SoiO0xI/AAAAAAAAG_I/jFotU0n4Otw/s1600/grease_cars.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tj9BqbtsUyA/UTv_SoiO0xI/AAAAAAAAG_I/jFotU0n4Otw/s640/grease_cars.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. The Car is No Longer a Means to Freedom&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Where my generation and others viewed the car as a symbol of freedom, the Internet has become the new path of escapism from school, parents and other responsibilities. I find this ironic considering I feel downright confined after being online for too many hours in a row and nothing else feels more refreshing than shutting down the devices and connecting with people in person--or even reading a good book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Things Can Be Done Online Instead of In-Person&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Society also doesn't have to rely anymore on having a car to get things done--shopping and so many other tasks can be accomplished by going online instead of physically driving someplace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-91IaY8EfpgM/UTv8HQeftdI/AAAAAAAAG-0/r-l5Y1E9-RY/s1600/teens-at-the-local-drive-in.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-91IaY8EfpgM/UTv8HQeftdI/AAAAAAAAG-0/r-l5Y1E9-RY/s400/teens-at-the-local-drive-in.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo via Life archives/&lt;a href="http://imgc.allpostersimages.com/images/P-473-488-90/26/2694/IATUD00Z/posters/hank-walker-teenagers-hanging-out-at-the-local-drive-in.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;AllPosters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Lack of Car-Centric Places Where Kids Can Take Their Wheels&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Drive-ins, diners, car-hops, and other cool hang out places were synonymous with car culture in the 50s, 60s and 70s. When's the last time you saw one of these places? This begs the question of where do kids make out these days on dates, if not in the back seat of a Toyota?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This indifference towards car ownership is hard for me to wrap my head around. How my friends and I loved driving once we were all able to do so--I have many fond memories of trips to the movies, fast food restaurants, the mall, the beach, the prom, (my friend borrowed her father's Lincoln Town Car at the time--we felt like big shots!) each other's houses, and even just back and forth to school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;During the warmer months, I still love to get in my car and drive someplace--there's nothing like going to the beach with the sunroof and windows open, the wind blowing through my hair and my favorite music playing. I've owned exactly three cars to date since I got my license 25 years ago, and I've loved all of them--my first car was a 1985 Pontiac Firebird; the second, a 1998 VW Beetle and my current mode of transportation is a 2003 Honda Accord coupe. Since my dad was a big car guy, I've saved all of the vintage brochures he collected on various models around the early 70s and while I'm hardly an auto expert, I usually keep up with the latest models and trends. I've gone to auto shows and vintage car shows (I guess it should come as no surprise that the majority of men you see at vintage car shows are older, retired dudes who scrimped and saved their whole lives to buy the classic vintage beauty of their dreams. You don't see too many 20-somethings as the owners at these events.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The muscle cars of the 60s through the 80s catered to the younger crowd...but this is no more. The auto manufacturers aren't making many muscle cars due to lack of interest. I guess it's not the worse thing in the world, since a new driver in control of a 300 hp machine is enough to make anyone nervous, and America's roads are pretty congested as it is. Add in the fact that a lot of people like to text or use a phone while they're behind the wheel and frankly, I'd rather those folks never learn to drive.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But as far as I'm concerned, teens and young adults don't know what they're missing...and this constant need to be online and communicate only via text and Facebook isn't doing anyone any favors. I hate to borrow the title of a Rihanna song here, but instead of "shut up and drive" maybe we should be saying "shut it off and drive."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~4/Z-WVeWLt9mE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goretro.blogspot.com/feeds/7762599831412509461/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15023065&amp;postID=7762599831412509461" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/7762599831412509461?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/7762599831412509461?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~3/Z-WVeWLt9mE/not-your-papas-oldsmobile-end-of-love.html" title="Not Your Papa's Oldsmobile: The End of the Love Affair Between Teens and Cars" /><author><name>Pam@GoRetro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122952408610512684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gD0s9YD4mWw/UEULi0q3ZzI/AAAAAAAAEvg/i_tlXs3sH0g/s220/70s%2Bstyle.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvFfg4VtojY/UTtYqos8CgI/AAAAAAAAG-k/KdR5R5r-ruM/s72-c/69chevy+younger+generation.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goretro.blogspot.com/2013/03/not-your-papas-oldsmobile-end-of-love.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cDRHo7fip7ImA9WhBRF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023065.post-2975797046625851880</id><published>2013-03-08T11:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-03-08T11:44:35.406-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-08T11:44:35.406-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Two Forgotten Friday Favorites" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1980s" /><title>Two Forgotten Friday Favorites: Miami Sound Machine</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-85DvFu77Oag/UToUnFtsKSI/AAAAAAAAG-U/5kSI_uNvnms/s1600/Miami+Sound+Machine.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-85DvFu77Oag/UToUnFtsKSI/AAAAAAAAG-U/5kSI_uNvnms/s400/Miami+Sound+Machine.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We're more than a week into March, but someone needs to get that memo to Old Man Winter: it's snowing to beat the band in New England today. It's days like this that make me daydream about summer and to help me along, I'm listening to Miami Sound Machine. I loved Gloria Estefan's band in the 80s. Estefan met the band's leader, Emilio, in 1976 and they're still married today. They're also still performing although the band's name was dropped altogether in 1989 (when they were called Gloria Estefan and Miami Sound Machine.) I guess it's all about Gloria now, but that's OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This group had so many hits that it's impossible to just pick two to highlight, but "Dr. Beat" was their first from the 1984 album &lt;i&gt;Eyes of Innocence&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;and just doesn't get radio play anymore. As far as videos go, it doesn't get much cornier than this, but it's catchy and helped set the band on its way to fame.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TDzkAmwCo6Y?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TDzkAmwCo6Y?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Bad Boys" is another favorite of mine--two versions of the video was created. The original is remembered for the cast of &lt;i&gt;Cats&lt;/i&gt;, but there's an alternative version showing Gloria chasing a movie star which I like better, except that only half of the video got uploaded to YouTube (but I'm embedding it anyway.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ukA8ocBJu2M?hl=en_US&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ukA8ocBJu2M?hl=en_US&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G-TfKHKbNys?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G-TfKHKbNys?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;To my fellow East Coasters dealing with this storm, hope you stay safe and warm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~4/xFmwQExSuG8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goretro.blogspot.com/feeds/2975797046625851880/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15023065&amp;postID=2975797046625851880" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/2975797046625851880?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/2975797046625851880?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~3/xFmwQExSuG8/two-forgotten-friday-favorites-miami.html" title="Two Forgotten Friday Favorites: Miami Sound Machine" /><author><name>Pam@GoRetro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122952408610512684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gD0s9YD4mWw/UEULi0q3ZzI/AAAAAAAAEvg/i_tlXs3sH0g/s220/70s%2Bstyle.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-85DvFu77Oag/UToUnFtsKSI/AAAAAAAAG-U/5kSI_uNvnms/s72-c/Miami+Sound+Machine.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goretro.blogspot.com/2013/03/two-forgotten-friday-favorites-miami.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EGQXo7fyp7ImA9WhBRFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023065.post-1826330894665654197</id><published>2013-03-04T16:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2013-03-04T16:13:40.407-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-04T16:13:40.407-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="retro TV" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1970s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1960s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Retro things to buy" /><title>Banana Republic's New Mad Men Collection</title><content type="html">&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2e4bjgLwwVs/UTT7wFw0JII/AAAAAAAAG9U/x6DnAKuUIi8/s1600/Mad-Men-Spring-2013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="362" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2e4bjgLwwVs/UTT7wFw0JII/AAAAAAAAG9U/x6DnAKuUIi8/s400/Mad-Men-Spring-2013.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo via &lt;a href="http://www.bananarepublic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;BananaRepublic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Last week Banana Republic launched its latest&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bananarepublic.gap.com/browse/category.do?cid=69572&amp;amp;mlink=5002,6169323,1&amp;amp;clink=6169323" target="_blank"&gt;Mad Men&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bananarepublic.gap.com/browse/category.do?cid=69572&amp;amp;mlink=5002,6169323,1&amp;amp;clink=6169323" target="_blank"&gt;-inspired clothing collection&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. With previous collections I've always been disappointed by the designs--it seemed like Banana Republic's team was a bit behind by a few years from the current year the show was taking place in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EfUVwMBuRkc/UTT7_LrsayI/AAAAAAAAG9c/vMe_TQjDBqs/s1600/022113.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="409" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EfUVwMBuRkc/UTT7_LrsayI/AAAAAAAAG9c/vMe_TQjDBqs/s640/022113.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo via &lt;a href="http://news.instyle.com/2013/02/21/banana-republic-mad-men-first-look/" target="_blank"&gt;InStyle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This time, however, they've taken some cues from Megan Draper's wardrobe and the look for the most part says late 60s, albeit on the conservative side. I haven't purchased anything yet, but I did visit my local Banana Republic store to take a peek. My favorite piece is the graphic green and blue dress that was clearly inspired by one worn by Megan when she seduced Don in his office. It's not too revealing that you can wear it to the office but also sexy at the same time. Made of rayon, it retails for $130.00. I also like the silk mod shirtdress that is typically like the ones Diane Von Furstenburg was designing by the mid-70s (100% silk; $140.00):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uikig5vkFSw/UTT7bEqgDHI/AAAAAAAAG9M/Tz_7B1O1EVk/s1600/mod+shirtdress.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uikig5vkFSw/UTT7bEqgDHI/AAAAAAAAG9M/Tz_7B1O1EVk/s400/mod+shirtdress.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo via &lt;a href="http://www.bananarepublic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;BananaRepublic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Then there is this very springlike green and white number. Made of polyester and rayon, it retails for $140.00:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBFdFELf7Tc/UTT7LIXCKdI/AAAAAAAAG9E/7L3wYm-Rc5w/s1600/green+shift.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBFdFELf7Tc/UTT7LIXCKdI/AAAAAAAAG9E/7L3wYm-Rc5w/s400/green+shift.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo via &lt;a href="http://www.bananarepublic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;BananaRepublic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I also like the black and white gingham pants, white jacket and accessories, particularly the geometric scarves ($49.50.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VqKeYuAgJzM/UTUEs94ilRI/AAAAAAAAG90/2XSNtPZYcqw/s1600/scarf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VqKeYuAgJzM/UTUEs94ilRI/AAAAAAAAG90/2XSNtPZYcqw/s320/scarf.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo via &lt;a href="http://www.bananarepublic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;BananaRepublic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I actually think the men have it a little more stylish this time around, with plaid sportscoats, striped ties, textured cardigans (the one shown below is priced at $89.50) and straw fedoras ($45.00.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aOEpVux1DG8/UTT9mdY25mI/AAAAAAAAG9k/Xrbu6BfxrBY/s1600/cardigan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aOEpVux1DG8/UTT9mdY25mI/AAAAAAAAG9k/Xrbu6BfxrBY/s400/cardigan.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo via &lt;a href="http://www.bananarepublic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;BananaRepublic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9AyB66tVRXY/UTUNjrOWbqI/AAAAAAAAG-E/eC7R2TegDQQ/s1600/straw+fedora.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9AyB66tVRXY/UTUNjrOWbqI/AAAAAAAAG-E/eC7R2TegDQQ/s400/straw+fedora.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo via &lt;a href="http://www.bananarepublic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;BananaRepublic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I wish, however, that Banana Republic would have made more of the line machine washer-friendly…most of the pieces can only be dried-cleaned or hand-washed, and that is one reason why I'm hesitant to splurge on anything, especially as I have so many other dresses that are even more retro looking than this collection. (And how come there are no miniskirts?) Still, there's enough mod in this selection to get you revved up for the season premiere of the show on April 7 on AMC. Better get to a Banana Republic store or the site soon while the getting's good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~4/xHWLHG0MWHc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goretro.blogspot.com/feeds/1826330894665654197/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15023065&amp;postID=1826330894665654197" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/1826330894665654197?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/1826330894665654197?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~3/xHWLHG0MWHc/banana-republics-new-mad-men-collection.html" title="Banana Republic's New Mad Men Collection" /><author><name>Pam@GoRetro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122952408610512684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gD0s9YD4mWw/UEULi0q3ZzI/AAAAAAAAEvg/i_tlXs3sH0g/s220/70s%2Bstyle.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2e4bjgLwwVs/UTT7wFw0JII/AAAAAAAAG9U/x6DnAKuUIi8/s72-c/Mad-Men-Spring-2013.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goretro.blogspot.com/2013/03/banana-republics-new-mad-men-collection.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMAR3w-fyp7ImA9WhBSGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023065.post-7076045978684166519</id><published>2013-02-26T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-02-26T13:47:26.257-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-26T13:47:26.257-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="retro TV" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1980s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Land of the Lost TV Series" /><title>Land of the Lost TV Series #4: Pryor's Place</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ho-fMTaIM1Y/US0ClXTdBQI/AAAAAAAAG64/iT-nwT8L_zM/s1600/pryorsplacelogo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ho-fMTaIM1Y/US0ClXTdBQI/AAAAAAAAG64/iT-nwT8L_zM/s400/pryorsplacelogo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It's kind of fascinating to think that Richard Pryor headed his own Saturday morning children's television show. By the time &lt;i&gt;Pryor's Place&lt;/i&gt; aired in 1984, the comedian/actor was known for his obscenity-laced routines, album titles that contained the "n" word and the infamous incident where he set himself on fire after freebasing cocaine. But controversial or not, Pryor obviously liked children and cared enough about their well-being to bring some of his tamer comedic talents to &lt;i&gt;Pryor's Place&lt;/i&gt;. While the show only aired for 13 episodes, it tackled some of the heavy issues of the day such as divorce, shoplifting, cheating and child molestation. The show was also produced by Sid and Marty Krofft and featured puppets of their creation, as well as guest stars such as Willie Nelson, John Ritter, Henry Winkler, Robin Williams and Lily Tomlin. One of its cast members was Marla Gibbs, who would go on to star in &lt;i&gt;The Jeffersons&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;227&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pryor also appeared on the show as an assortment of characters. The show itself was supposed to be about the young Richard Pryor growing up with his friends in the inner city and learning some hard lessons along the way (which did not include pouring high-proof rum all over your body and setting yourself on fire.) This venture into television was not Pryor's first; &lt;i&gt;The Richard Pryor Show&lt;/i&gt; only lasted for four episodes in 1977 after audiences failed to appreciate Pryor's edgy humor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray Parker Jr. of &lt;i&gt;Ghostbusters&lt;/i&gt; fame wrote and performed the theme song to &lt;i&gt;Pryor's Place&lt;/i&gt;. Unfortunately, there are not any real clips from the show on YouTube to share other than the opening theme below, but all 13 episodes are available on DVD through Amazon.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="480" src="https://www.facebook.com/video/embed?video_id=10150367113946119" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~4/RiE65IzoGTw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goretro.blogspot.com/feeds/7076045978684166519/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15023065&amp;postID=7076045978684166519" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/7076045978684166519?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/7076045978684166519?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~3/RiE65IzoGTw/land-of-lost-tv-series-4-pryors-place_26.html" title="Land of the Lost TV Series #4: Pryor's Place" /><author><name>Pam@GoRetro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122952408610512684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gD0s9YD4mWw/UEULi0q3ZzI/AAAAAAAAEvg/i_tlXs3sH0g/s220/70s%2Bstyle.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ho-fMTaIM1Y/US0ClXTdBQI/AAAAAAAAG64/iT-nwT8L_zM/s72-c/pryorsplacelogo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goretro.blogspot.com/2013/02/land-of-lost-tv-series-4-pryors-place_26.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcAR3w8eCp7ImA9WhBSFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023065.post-5929795830417947964</id><published>2013-02-21T11:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2013-02-21T12:00:46.270-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-21T12:00:46.270-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Strange retro" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="retro TV" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Retro movies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1980s" /><title>The Night Oscar Hung His Head in Shame</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L36KREPFLB0/USZNYSGhazI/AAAAAAAAG4o/EjGstPcUm28/s1600/rob+lowe+snow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L36KREPFLB0/USZNYSGhazI/AAAAAAAAG4o/EjGstPcUm28/s400/rob+lowe+snow.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Oscar night is full of weird and bad moments, but what you're about to watch is probably the worst opening number of any Academy Awards ceremony ever. We have the late composer Marvin Hamlisch and Allan Carr (the producer of &lt;i&gt;Grease&lt;/i&gt;) to blame for this mess which kicked off the 1989 Academy Awards. How bad was it? So bad that several stars including Paul Newman, Gregory Peck and Julie Andrews signed an open letter the next day calling the awards show “an embarrassment to both the Academy and the entire motion picture industry.” It also pissed off Disney for the unauthorized use of Snow White's image. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy, did this act do her image no favors. Snow warbles with a high-pitched, irritating voice, and seems to be bothering Tom Hanks, Kevin Kline, Sigourney Weaver and others in the audience as she makes her way to the stage. There are dancing "stars" (literally), &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;a recreation of the Coconut Grove (with &lt;/span&gt;Merv Griffin singing "Ive Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts"--get it?) and Hollywood icons such as Vincent Price and Roy Rogers thrown into the middle of this clusterfuck. Then Rob Lowe joins Snow on-stage as her blind date to butcher "Proud Mary" set to alternate lyrics&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; (it's the Lowe and Snow Show - ha!) &lt;/span&gt;You can see why this angered a lot of people. And it goes on &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;for 10 minutes, culminating into &lt;i&gt;A Chorus Line&lt;/i&gt; line-up. It doesn't get more over the top than that. Thank goodness some retro trends are best left in the past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="350" scrolling="no" src="http://videos.sapo.pt/playhtml?file=http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/lKZQghUeztLnH6Q2mWhl/mov/1&amp;amp;quality=sd" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~4/LhbQzX4UOwg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goretro.blogspot.com/feeds/5929795830417947964/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15023065&amp;postID=5929795830417947964" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/5929795830417947964?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/5929795830417947964?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~3/LhbQzX4UOwg/the-night-oscar-hung-his-head-in-shame.html" title="The Night Oscar Hung His Head in Shame" /><author><name>Pam@GoRetro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122952408610512684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gD0s9YD4mWw/UEULi0q3ZzI/AAAAAAAAEvg/i_tlXs3sH0g/s220/70s%2Bstyle.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L36KREPFLB0/USZNYSGhazI/AAAAAAAAG4o/EjGstPcUm28/s72-c/rob+lowe+snow.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goretro.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-night-oscar-hung-his-head-in-shame.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcEQXozeip7ImA9WhBSEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023065.post-6603895389232656492</id><published>2013-02-17T16:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2013-02-17T16:53:20.482-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-17T16:53:20.482-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="retro TV" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1950s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Retro movies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sexy Retro Ladies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Retro sexy times" /><title>The Mystique of Bettie Page</title><content type="html">&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ykqEUbZJo44/USFOnpikdHI/AAAAAAAAG2o/Y6mZKtx1G0k/s1600/bettie-page+montage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ykqEUbZJo44/USFOnpikdHI/AAAAAAAAG2o/Y6mZKtx1G0k/s640/bettie-page+montage.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo via &lt;a href="http://i389.photobucket.com/albums/oo336/Geordie_Girl_Nicki/bettie-page-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;photobucket&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As a heterosexual woman, I never had much of an inkling to look up Bettie Page videos and photos until one of my readers and fellow bloggers, Cliff from &lt;a href="http://canfeath.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Burping Canary Feathers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, mentioned her appeal to me. After giving myself a crash course in Bettie's career, I can see why she was referred to as "The Queen of the Pin-Ups", "The Dark Angel", and "The Tease From Tennessee." With her voluptuous figure (Betty's measurements of her chest and hips were almost exactly the same, paired with a tiny waist), trademark black hair and bangs and fun-loving, flirty attitude in front of the camera, Bettie became THE top American pin-up girl from 1950 to 1957. And then--at the height of her career in 1957--she abruptly walked away from it all. That's the mystery of Bettie which seems to have no easy answers, even from Bettie herself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Last year a small independent film was released that tried to explain Bettie's life and disappearance from the spotlight in her own words, called &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bettiepagemovie.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Bettie Page Reveals All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. (The movie is still screening at some film festivals including this month; you can check out the link for more info.) &lt;i&gt;Bettie Page Reveals All&lt;/i&gt; tells the story of Bettie's life using her own words from archived interviews.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bettie's early life in Tennessee was anything but glamorous. She grew up during the Great Depression and her parents divorced when she was 10. She married and divorced shortly after high school and tried unsuccessfully to make it as an actress. During a visit to Coney Island in 1950, she was discovered by Jerry Tibbs, a policeman and hobbyist photographer, who thought she had a striking look and asked to take pictures of her at his studio. Some of the photos were published by a Harlem newspaper and soon Bettie was posing for men's cheesecake magazines such as &lt;i&gt;Eyeful&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Titter&lt;/i&gt;. Tibbs even helped create Bettie's signature hairstyle by suggesting that she get bangs cut to help flatter her large forehead. Before long, Bettie was gracing the covers of numerous magazine covers, calendars, and even playing cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AdYS2aCdO9g/USFPRmIFY0I/AAAAAAAAG2w/08lyqUHWnps/s1600/bettiepage2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AdYS2aCdO9g/USFPRmIFY0I/AAAAAAAAG2w/08lyqUHWnps/s640/bettiepage2.jpg" width="331" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo via &lt;a href="http://www.bettiepagecafe.com/images/pictures/bettiepage2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;BettiePageCafe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The amazing thing about Bettie's image even today is you can see how much of a natural she was in front of the lens and how much fun she was having. The camera clearly loved Bettie--and Bettie returned the favor. She would later say that she learned poses just from studying fashion magazines, and often pretended that the camera was her boyfriend, and that she was smiling and posing just for him. She was also very comfortable with nudity, claiming that it was only natural. It's been speculated that Bettie Page helped launched the sexual revolution of the 1960s--in the 1950s!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;However, it was Bettie's involvement with another photographer which led to scandal and possibly her reason for existing her career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Irving Klaw was one of the first fetish photographers, operating a mail-order business that featured photographs and 8 mm films of women in bondage and domination situations. The photos didn't depict any sex acts or nudity, but I still find them difficult to look at, and I certainly didn't want to include any in this post (anyone can easily find them by doing a search.) Bettie herself was not into bondage, but has said in interviews that she never felt exploited or that she was doing anything bad. But in 1955, a Senate investigation was launched into Klaw's business and Bettie herself was called to testify. Although the government had no real case against Klaw, the scandal hurt his business and he was forced to destroy many of this negatives--except for many of Bettie, which he discretely saved.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bettie also posed for &lt;i&gt;Playboy&lt;/i&gt; and was now getting acting work on TV and stage appearances and in burlesque films. One of her most famous movies is &lt;i&gt;Striporama&lt;/i&gt;, a 1953 comedy which was filmed in color; Bettie appears in two sequences, one of them where she's the object of affection of two unattractive lunkheads who share a dream about her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BT72NwdtZSA?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BT72NwdtZSA?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;One of Bettie's most famous photo shoots is the one called "Jungle Bettie", which features her in a Florida wildlife park posing in a leopard print swimsuit or nude with a pair of cheetahs from the park.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-15rfIx4bbew/USFKy3gN1vI/AAAAAAAAG2Y/0bp7BGVImBs/s1600/junglebettie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="547" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-15rfIx4bbew/USFKy3gN1vI/AAAAAAAAG2Y/0bp7BGVImBs/s640/junglebettie.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo via &lt;a href="http://michaelmay.us/08blog/12/1212_agjunglebettie.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;michaelmay.us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In 1957, a young man killed himself and was found with several of Bettie's bondage photos. Shortly afterwards, Bettie stopped modeling. She would later cite her born-again Christianity as a reason, as well as the fact that she felt she was growing too old to model, having started her career at 27, which was considered older at the time. Mental health may have another contributing factor--in 1979, Bettie was diagnosed with schizophrenia and spent almost two years in a state mental hospital. After attacking her landlord with a breadknife, Bettie was found not guilty by reason of insanity and spent 8 years under state supervision, being released in 1992.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sadly, Bettie didn't have much luck with men, either. By the time she passed away in 2008, she'd been married and divorced three times. It's a funny thing how men are scared of beautiful women; she would say in an interview that as her popularity grew, men shied away more and more because they were afraid of her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bettie enjoyed a resurgence in pop culture popularity in the 80s, especially when the comic book series "The Rocketeer" was released, which featured a female heroine that resembled Bettie. Dark Horse Comics created a series of books that followed the fictional adventures of Bettie, made for a modern audience.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j0Ynlp7sxZs?hl=en_US&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j0Ynlp7sxZs?hl=en_US&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;One of the best reports I've seen on Bettie Page is the above interview that she gave to an entertainment TV program in 1996. It was her last interview and while she asked that her image at the time not be shown on camera, a photo of an older Bettie does exist. Here she is with the late Anna Nicole Smith and Pamela Anderson, taken sometime during the 1990s. As you can see, the trademark hair and smile is still intact.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6gNtVoNBswg/USFMxTPBTZI/AAAAAAAAG2g/6i40WWrUKYs/s1600/bettie+page+older.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6gNtVoNBswg/USFMxTPBTZI/AAAAAAAAG2g/6i40WWrUKYs/s400/bettie+page+older.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I think it's safe to say that the world is never going to see another woman quite like Bettie Page. Many--such as Madonna and Dita Von Teese--have tried to emulate her but they don't quite have the sexiness and girl-next-door appeal of Bettie. Her iconic status marches on--there's even a Bettie Page-inspired line of clothing and in 2005, a movie about her life called &lt;i&gt;The Notorious Bettie Page&lt;/i&gt; was released. Gretchen Mol portrayed Bettie in the film but I don't think she looks anything like her or quite captures her persona...but then again, who could? That's part of what makes her mystique so appealing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~4/YSWhUhPJzQo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goretro.blogspot.com/feeds/6603895389232656492/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15023065&amp;postID=6603895389232656492" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/6603895389232656492?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/6603895389232656492?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~3/YSWhUhPJzQo/the-mystique-of-bettie-page.html" title="The Mystique of Bettie Page" /><author><name>Pam@GoRetro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122952408610512684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gD0s9YD4mWw/UEULi0q3ZzI/AAAAAAAAEvg/i_tlXs3sH0g/s220/70s%2Bstyle.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ykqEUbZJo44/USFOnpikdHI/AAAAAAAAG2o/Y6mZKtx1G0k/s72-c/bettie-page+montage.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goretro.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-mystique-of-bettie-page.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcMRno8fyp7ImA9WhBTGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023065.post-8999482107159353803</id><published>2013-02-14T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-02-14T22:48:07.477-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-14T22:48:07.477-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1950s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1940s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Valentine's Day" /><title>Cupid is Putrid: Twisted Valentine's Day Cards</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm a little late to the game; as I post this, Valentine's Day is just about over. However, I can't let it go by without posting some of these great vintage cards I found via Flickr. There were lots of cute V-Day cards featuring fuzzy animals and Peanuts characters back in the day and when I was growing up. However, these define explanation--they're just downright creepy; sure to scare your Valentine rather than put them in the mood for sexy times. Some of them leave me so speechless they're best presented without commentary.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5qbanJjzx3Q/UR2o7kH6rAI/AAAAAAAAGxQ/AhVKwAfyobA/s1600/butcher_vday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5qbanJjzx3Q/UR2o7kH6rAI/AAAAAAAAGxQ/AhVKwAfyobA/s640/butcher_vday.jpg" width="395" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Via &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kipling_west/6756881363/sizes/l/" target="_blank"&gt;pageofbats, flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nothing says romance like an arm bathed in blood while doing a little butchery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Va5gVhSWEs/UR2paE926AI/AAAAAAAAGxY/UzOQwgUBSXc/s1600/stab_vday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Va5gVhSWEs/UR2paE926AI/AAAAAAAAGxY/UzOQwgUBSXc/s640/stab_vday.jpg" width="584" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Via &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jackslife/6876483227/sizes/l/" target="_blank"&gt;It's Just Jack, flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ak3hY1omM98/UR2p1AsRhDI/AAAAAAAAGxg/nlsz6_fLhJI/s1600/eat+me_vday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ak3hY1omM98/UR2p1AsRhDI/AAAAAAAAGxg/nlsz6_fLhJI/s640/eat+me_vday.jpg" width="574" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Via &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jackslife/6876482573/sizes/o/" target="_blank"&gt;It's Just Jack, flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cyNH7fDSLA4/UR2qJXwsaHI/AAAAAAAAGxo/udlHlWQZhxM/s1600/monkey+girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cyNH7fDSLA4/UR2qJXwsaHI/AAAAAAAAGxo/udlHlWQZhxM/s640/monkey+girl.jpg" width="594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Via &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jackslife/6876484027/sizes/l/" target="_blank"&gt;It's Just Jack, flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w_IlOMCRgao/UR2qiDooenI/AAAAAAAAGxw/Ow8HScfBWQc/s1600/dictattor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w_IlOMCRgao/UR2qiDooenI/AAAAAAAAGxw/Ow8HScfBWQc/s640/dictattor.jpg" width="488" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Via &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jackslife/6876482861/sizes/o/" target="_blank"&gt;It's Just Jack, flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AI51lbq1H9U/UR2q3k5uwGI/AAAAAAAAGx4/XBZju_Pauw4/s1600/false+teeth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AI51lbq1H9U/UR2q3k5uwGI/AAAAAAAAGx4/XBZju_Pauw4/s400/false+teeth.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Via I&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jackslife/6876482097/sizes/o/" target="_blank"&gt;t's Just Jack, flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-99qNIvbGsSk/UR2rM3fS1uI/AAAAAAAAGyA/lJ5oS9JG3vQ/s1600/cop_vday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-99qNIvbGsSk/UR2rM3fS1uI/AAAAAAAAGyA/lJ5oS9JG3vQ/s400/cop_vday.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Via &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jackslife/6876482027/sizes/o/in/photostream/" target="_blank"&gt;It's Just Jack, flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A6JHWX76ca4/UR2rmTFS_sI/AAAAAAAAGyI/s4Ek0OgILgI/s1600/fuzzy+worms.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A6JHWX76ca4/UR2rmTFS_sI/AAAAAAAAGyI/s4Ek0OgILgI/s640/fuzzy+worms.jpg" width="571" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Via &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jackslife/6876483305/sizes/o/" target="_blank"&gt;It's Just Jack, flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bk9xB2lC0xM/UR2sK__R3vI/AAAAAAAAGyQ/r2-O1zV8t4Q/s1600/slave_vday+card.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bk9xB2lC0xM/UR2sK__R3vI/AAAAAAAAGyQ/r2-O1zV8t4Q/s640/slave_vday+card.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Via &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jackslife/6876483811/sizes/l/in/photostream/" target="_blank"&gt;It's Just Jack, flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3qKcVN5V928/UR2smD1DxcI/AAAAAAAAGyY/wT25HYKDiO0/s1600/boyfriend_vday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3qKcVN5V928/UR2smD1DxcI/AAAAAAAAGyY/wT25HYKDiO0/s640/boyfriend_vday.jpg" width="346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Via &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jackslife/6876483135/sizes/o/in/photostream/" target="_blank"&gt;It's Just Jack, flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Something about this illustration reminds me of &lt;i&gt;Eraserhead&lt;/i&gt;; never a good thing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9QpH2glYXE/UR2vRxJxDyI/AAAAAAAAG0g/qQJw54bgYqU/s1600/butler.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9QpH2glYXE/UR2vRxJxDyI/AAAAAAAAG0g/qQJw54bgYqU/s640/butler.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Via &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jackslife/6876482669/sizes/l/in/photostream/" target="_blank"&gt;It's Just Jack, flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What is it with these creepy characters in some of these cards? This butler has crazy eyes; I'm deeply suspicious about the origins of the heart he's carrying.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8C-JOVM0d_Q/UR2uG4RCNBI/AAAAAAAAGyk/_nEbk7e5o5w/s1600/bondage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8C-JOVM0d_Q/UR2uG4RCNBI/AAAAAAAAGyk/_nEbk7e5o5w/s640/bondage.jpg" width="604" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Via &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jackslife/6876482495/sizes/o/in/photostream/" target="_blank"&gt;It's Just Jack, flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U3IBXUuxCfg/UR2um3k1KsI/AAAAAAAAG0Y/LAJ4rOj9AbQ/s1600/sunk_vday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U3IBXUuxCfg/UR2um3k1KsI/AAAAAAAAG0Y/LAJ4rOj9AbQ/s640/sunk_vday.jpg" width="602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Via I&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jackslife/6876481933/in/photostream" target="_blank"&gt;t's Just Jack, flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I think the best thing about this card is that it was a Hallmark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I hope everyone had a nice Valentine's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~4/-JVbEIoJsiM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goretro.blogspot.com/feeds/8999482107159353803/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15023065&amp;postID=8999482107159353803" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/8999482107159353803?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/8999482107159353803?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~3/-JVbEIoJsiM/cupid-is-putrid-twisted-valentines-day.html" title="Cupid is Putrid: Twisted Valentine's Day Cards" /><author><name>Pam@GoRetro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122952408610512684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gD0s9YD4mWw/UEULi0q3ZzI/AAAAAAAAEvg/i_tlXs3sH0g/s220/70s%2Bstyle.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5qbanJjzx3Q/UR2o7kH6rAI/AAAAAAAAGxQ/AhVKwAfyobA/s72-c/butcher_vday.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goretro.blogspot.com/2013/02/cupid-is-putrid-twisted-valentines-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIEQnc5eip7ImA9WhBTF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023065.post-6638464347293346019</id><published>2013-02-13T13:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-02-13T13:35:03.922-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-13T13:35:03.922-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Retro contest" /><title>And the Winner of the Greeting Card Giveaway Is...</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INRkn39OWM4/URvcTViiP0I/AAAAAAAAGvc/UuqsElJwLTo/s1600/winner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INRkn39OWM4/URvcTViiP0I/AAAAAAAAGvc/UuqsElJwLTo/s400/winner.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Joanna of &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christmastvhistory.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Ch&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ristmasT&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;VHistory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Joanna received two entries since she also tweeted about the giveaway. Congrats, Joanna, and my apologies that it took longer than expected to choose a winner. I will be in touch with you to get your mailing address for the cards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~4/gOJcjFxga7I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goretro.blogspot.com/feeds/6638464347293346019/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15023065&amp;postID=6638464347293346019" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/6638464347293346019?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/6638464347293346019?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~3/gOJcjFxga7I/and-winner-of-greeting-card-giveaway-is.html" title="And the Winner of the Greeting Card Giveaway Is..." /><author><name>Pam@GoRetro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122952408610512684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gD0s9YD4mWw/UEULi0q3ZzI/AAAAAAAAEvg/i_tlXs3sH0g/s220/70s%2Bstyle.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INRkn39OWM4/URvcTViiP0I/AAAAAAAAGvc/UuqsElJwLTo/s72-c/winner.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goretro.blogspot.com/2013/02/and-winner-of-greeting-card-giveaway-is.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4DQ38-fyp7ImA9WhBTFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023065.post-3419841709845500535</id><published>2013-02-09T10:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-02-09T10:49:32.157-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-09T10:49:32.157-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="It's personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Whatever happened to..." /><title>Whatever Happened To...Communication Skills?</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bxboe2N79kE/URZtgjKYOyI/AAAAAAAAGtk/PehAoTY-qiY/s1600/communication.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bxboe2N79kE/URZtgjKYOyI/AAAAAAAAGtk/PehAoTY-qiY/s400/communication.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I get some messages on OKCupid that are real doozies, but this latest one really took the cake:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guys are that observant. We just know your fair looks nice. We not concearned with how women get the way they look. We are just happy they look nice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="text-rendering: optimizelegibility;" /&gt;It s funny someone noticed a Victoria secret catalog in a photo I sent of cookies I made.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="text-rendering: optimizelegibility;" /&gt;But very nice profile I hope your search goes well&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What the...what? I have NO idea what this man was trying to say. There isn't anything in my profile that talks about men being concerned about looks. Victoria's Secret catalog...cookies...what? Not to mention the spelling mistakes. I assume he meant "hair" and not "fair." The message sounds like Cookie Monster wrote it. One initial thought was that English wasn't his second language. Anyways, it was so bizarre and non-sensical I simply had to respond:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Excuse me--is this an actual response to my profile? This message makes zero sense and is full of spelling and grammatical errors. NEXT.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;He responded with this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was intended ado kind note. Sorry about that. My sense of humor does not translate well sometimes. My apologies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="text-rendering: optimizelegibility;" /&gt;I was typing on my phone&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Yep, I could have guessed as much. The friggin' smartphone. Texting mistakes. More importantly, the inability to see how much of a doofus you come across as when you send someone on an online dating site a sloppy message that you texted up that's filled with spelling and grammar errors but oddly enough, no relevancy to anything whatsoever. (Sense of humor? His message was supposed to be funny?) By the way, I looked at this guy's profile after the fact and was baffled to see that he apparently was born in the U.S. and that he actually wrote a normal sounding profile.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Not long ago I took a virtual dating trip around the world and viewed the profiles of guys in other countries. Amazingly, their profiles were written in far more impeccable English than a lot of American men's profiles. They seem to care more about first impressions and a few stated that they hoped their English was good enough to read. (They also dress and present themselves better than a lot of American guys online, but that's another post for another time.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;So what the hell has happened to communication skills? I guess technology has killed them--but that's still no excuse to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;I'm seeing moronic messages from strangers more and more and I don't like it one bit. I got a message a few weeks ago from a girl who wanted to sell Mary Kay to my social group members. Her message was exhausting to read as it was essentially one long run-on sentence with no punctuation or capitalization.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;I really want to ask these people that if they applied for a job this way, do they think they would get an interview? If you take a test on your way to becoming a doctor or lawyer by writing like you're in the 4th grade, do you think you would pass the exam? Why would you think anyone should take you seriously when you communicate like a caveman? If the texting keypad on your phone causes you to make several mistakes, then why not type a proper email using a friggin' computer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;And I'm afraid it's only going to get worse. &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/09/14/writing-proficiency-naep_n_1884541.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;This report&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that American students lack writing skills was no surprise to me. Maybe school administrators need to wrench their phones and tablets from their hands while they're in the classroom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Maybe I'm being harsh, but first impressions are everything and from now on, if one can't bother to spell or write a coherent sentence, they're not worth my time. The sad part is a lack of basic writing skills has now become expected; accepted, even, because of texting. Well, I simply cannot accept it. I didn't graduate from high school, go through college, hold jobs and start a blog with shitty language skills.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Call it having standards.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~4/fSQ_zea1axk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goretro.blogspot.com/feeds/3419841709845500535/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15023065&amp;postID=3419841709845500535" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/3419841709845500535?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/3419841709845500535?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~3/fSQ_zea1axk/whatever-happened-tocommunication-skills.html" title="Whatever Happened To...Communication Skills?" /><author><name>Pam@GoRetro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122952408610512684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gD0s9YD4mWw/UEULi0q3ZzI/AAAAAAAAEvg/i_tlXs3sH0g/s220/70s%2Bstyle.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bxboe2N79kE/URZtgjKYOyI/AAAAAAAAGtk/PehAoTY-qiY/s72-c/communication.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goretro.blogspot.com/2013/02/whatever-happened-tocommunication-skills.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8MQ3c7fSp7ImA9WhBTEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023065.post-2884676432095829074</id><published>2013-02-07T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-02-07T13:48:02.905-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-07T13:48:02.905-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Retro contest" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1950s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Retro fads" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1960s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Retro things to buy" /><title>Retro Greeting Cards Giveaway!</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EjMTGQJ0EjQ/URP2XYrE3EI/AAAAAAAAGrw/pKGPJTFm1ME/s1600/NobleWorksCards.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EjMTGQJ0EjQ/URP2XYrE3EI/AAAAAAAAGrw/pKGPJTFm1ME/s640/NobleWorksCards.jpg" width="449" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I was hoping when 2013 rolled around that I'd get the opportunity to do another giveaway on Go Retro. That opportunity presented itself when &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nobleworkscards.com/" target="_blank"&gt;NobleWorksCards.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; reached out to me to offer a retro greeting card &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;assortment&lt;/span&gt; to one of my readers. I've posted about the decline of greeting card&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;s a while back, so here&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;'s yo&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ur chance to kee&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;p a retro trend going!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Entering is easy--just take a look at NobleWor&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ks' &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;retro card colle&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ction &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nobleworkscards.com/humor-cards-by-line-ephemera.html" target="_blank"&gt;starting here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and leave a comment letting &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt; know which design you like the best. I'll &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;put all of the names in a random pic&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;k generator online and will announce the winner on Monday, February &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;. You must have an &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;actual &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;commenter name &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;with a &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;link to &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;an active &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;email address...so if you're posting as an anonymous commenter, please provide that info&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; and your &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;name with you&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;r comment to qualify.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Want an extra entry? Take to Twitter and mention my blog &amp;amp; handle&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; in a tweet -- @GoRetroPam. &lt;/span&gt;Good luck, everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~4/SD1BaApFt2I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goretro.blogspot.com/feeds/2884676432095829074/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15023065&amp;postID=2884676432095829074" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/2884676432095829074?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/2884676432095829074?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~3/SD1BaApFt2I/retro-greeting-cards-giveaway.html" title="Retro Greeting Cards Giveaway!" /><author><name>Pam@GoRetro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122952408610512684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gD0s9YD4mWw/UEULi0q3ZzI/AAAAAAAAEvg/i_tlXs3sH0g/s220/70s%2Bstyle.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EjMTGQJ0EjQ/URP2XYrE3EI/AAAAAAAAGrw/pKGPJTFm1ME/s72-c/NobleWorksCards.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goretro.blogspot.com/2013/02/retro-greeting-cards-giveaway.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MHRX0zfSp7ImA9WhBTEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023065.post-2453650240283585315</id><published>2013-02-04T13:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2013-02-04T13:10:34.385-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-04T13:10:34.385-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1970s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Retro commercials" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Retro Advertising" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Retro Technology" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1980s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Retro toys" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Retro things to buy" /><title>Video Game Console Smackdown: Atari 2600 vs. Intellivision</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cXQjYdG_V2Y/UQ_4zhhwMII/AAAAAAAAGp8/ygq22lneA9s/s1600/intellivision+ad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cXQjYdG_V2Y/UQ_4zhhwMII/AAAAAAAAGp8/ygq22lneA9s/s640/intellivision+ad.jpg" width="414" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Were you on Team Atari or Team Intellivision in the 80s? There were other home gaming consoles on the market at this time, but it seems these two companies were the main contenders battling it out in ads and commercials. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Like so many other kids, I had an Atari 2600. My best friend from the time had Intelli&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;vision. I only remember playing it a couple of times at her house and to be honest, I recall not being terribly impressed. Sure, it had the "better" graphics compared to Atari (which sounds hilarious now considering how far gaming technology has come) but the selection of available games fell short compared to the list Atari eventually accumulated and licensed. The flat controller with its keypad was cumbersome for someone used to Atari's joystick.&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Atari 2600 was released in 19&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;77&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;, and quickly became a popular gaming system. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Intellivision was developed by Mattel in 1979 and was marketed as "intelligent television." They got writer George Plimpton--an odd choice for a spokesman, since most kids didn't know who he was--to star in a series of snooty ads and TV commercials explaining why Intellivision trumped the Atari 2600.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IDza6eTXGEY?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IDza6eTXGEY?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Atari tried to &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;sa&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;y that the Intellivision &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;console didn't have any space games, then Intellivision counteracted with this spot &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;that featured a &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;kid dressed like George Plimpton:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sD9GySeh2t4?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sD9GySeh2t4?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Th&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; on&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;starring&lt;/span&gt; Henry Thom&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;as from &lt;i&gt;E.T.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;s weird--Henry is starstru&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ck by "Mr. Intellivision" and it&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; is&lt;/span&gt; ironic&lt;/span&gt; considering the E.T. video game was developed for &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Atari.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KsmIma0ZQtQ?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KsmIma0ZQtQ?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Mattel got into hot water when they started to build up hype by hinting at a new accessory for Intellivision which it called a "Keyboard Component." This was a piece of technology with extra RAM that your Intellivision would be inserted into, turning the whole system into a personal home computer. The Keyboard Component became a marketing disaster, getting delayed several times so that engineers could resolve its reliability problems and make it cheaper to produce. When Jay Leno performed at Mattel's Christmas party in 1981, one of his jokes was, "You know what the three big lies are, don't you? 'The check is in the mail,' 'I'll respect you in the morning,' and 'The Keyboard will be out in spring.'" Things got so bad that the FTC accused Mattel of fraud and false advertising, and ordered the company to pay a fine of $10,000 daily until the system upgrade was widely available in retail stores. By the fall of 1982, Intellivision officially canceled the Keyboard Component.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Meanwhile, Atari was racking up the accessories and games:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QvX1aDpoaQE?hl=en_US&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QvX1aDpoaQE?hl=en_US&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Intellivision would release new versions and variations of its system but in my opinion, it never cemented itself into pop culture notoriety like the Atari 2600 did. Which one did you own--or like the best?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~4/eXSRJ66zDYM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goretro.blogspot.com/feeds/2453650240283585315/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15023065&amp;postID=2453650240283585315" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/2453650240283585315?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/2453650240283585315?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~3/eXSRJ66zDYM/video-game-console-smackdown-atari-2600.html" title="Video Game Console Smackdown: Atari 2600 vs. Intellivision" /><author><name>Pam@GoRetro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122952408610512684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gD0s9YD4mWw/UEULi0q3ZzI/AAAAAAAAEvg/i_tlXs3sH0g/s220/70s%2Bstyle.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cXQjYdG_V2Y/UQ_4zhhwMII/AAAAAAAAGp8/ygq22lneA9s/s72-c/intellivision+ad.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goretro.blogspot.com/2013/02/video-game-console-smackdown-atari-2600.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMHSH8zfyp7ImA9WhBTEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023065.post-6274127326946179507</id><published>2013-02-01T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-02-06T18:47:19.187-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-06T18:47:19.187-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Retro Hottie of the Month" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1970s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Retro movies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1990s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1980s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Foreign Retro" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sexy Retro Men" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Retro studs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Retro sexy times" /><title>Go Retro's Retro Hottie of the Month: Christoph Waltz</title><content type="html">&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lI3xTj6z0hw/UQrvfsdXMHI/AAAAAAAAGmE/ENJXn8rPaLc/s1600/christoph_waltz_young.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lI3xTj6z0hw/UQrvfsdXMHI/AAAAAAAAGmE/ENJXn8rPaLc/s640/christoph_waltz_young.png" width="418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo via &lt;a href="http://obligeme.tumblr.com/post/39687317031" target="_blank"&gt;Oblige me tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Last weekend I saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Django Unchained&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; in the movie theater; a few weeks ago I watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inglorious Basterds&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; on cable. Now I'm in love and it's all Christoph Waltz's fault. For too long the Germans were keeping this sexy, talented, Austrian man all to themselves (and who can blame them?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; Quentin Tarantino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;pulled him out of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; obscurity and introduc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; him to American audiences. He won the Oscar for Best Supporting Actor for &lt;i&gt;Inglorious Basterds&lt;/i&gt; and may very well take home another for &lt;i&gt;Django&lt;/i&gt;. With the Academy Awards taking place later this month, and the recent announcement that he'll be hosting &lt;i&gt;Saturday Night Live&lt;/i&gt; on February 16, I can't think of a better time to declare Christoph as Go Retro's Retro Hottie of the Month.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now you're probably wondering, "Wait a minute…is Christoph retro?" Oh yes, very much so. Christoph is, amazingly, 56 years old…which means there's oodles of "before he was famous" clips of him out there on the Internet. (Although I think he's way more handsome today.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4QhJVnIYuAo/UQr0IiDmrYI/AAAAAAAAGn4/n9dU55UFHY0/s1600/cw_young.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4QhJVnIYuAo/UQr0IiDmrYI/AAAAAAAAGn4/n9dU55UFHY0/s400/cw_young.jpg" width="185" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Also, this may help explain Christoph's retro-ness. This is &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;one fan&amp;nbsp;describes his appeal: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"The man has "Old School" charm.  He is suave, sophisticated, and a 
gentleman.  He is VERY appreciative of his "new found' fame.  He 
epitomizes the Classic Hollywood Gentleman that is missing in a lot of 
today's actors (he has been known to give women his jacket when it is 
cold outside)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;That sounds about right to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;me. Are you ready to dip into some Teutonic hotness from decades past?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Christoph's earlier roles was that of the German singer Roy Black in a TV biopic called &lt;i&gt;Die Roy Black Story&lt;/i&gt;. Roy Black was a very popular German singer in the 70s and 80s who started out trying to be a rock star, but gained notoriety when he switched over to love songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black wig doesn't do anything for Christoph, but he really did sing in the movie, and I uncovered some priceless moments. For example, here's Christoph--as Roy--doing his best John Travolta impersonation and showing off some serious dance moves while driving the frauleins wild:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NyaQuYTkLNU?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NyaQuYTkLNU?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I have no idea what show this clip is from, but apparently it's from some German children's show, and Christoph appears to be a teen in it, and--oh, my! That knitted unitard! It leaves nothing (and everything--ha ha!) to the imagination.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KaAaF7SUJTQ?hl=en_US&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KaAaF7SUJTQ?hl=en_US&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Now this clip was so hot and sensuous my laptop started to bend. It's from a 1982 German movie or miniseries called &lt;i&gt;Fire and Sword&lt;/i&gt;. Christoph appears in all his naked glory. I have no idea who the peeping Jane is who comes into the love nest--but the couple is oblivious...and honestly, I think I would be, too, if I had Christoph making love to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Wm9gIo783c?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Wm9gIo783c?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Christoph also appeared on a German series called &lt;i&gt;Kommissar Rex&lt;/i&gt;. The episode was called Der Puppenmorder ("the doll murderer") and features Christoph as a creepy doll shop owner who entices female customers to dress up as life size dolls so he can photograph them. If they don't oblige, he strangles them. Hmmm...sounds like training for his Hans Landa character years later...and yet, the idea of dressing like a doll for Christoph and taking orders from him seems pretty enticing to me. Here's part 1 of the episode--I highly recommend watching the opening credits; they're delightfully cheesy and that dog clearly steals the show!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wbrJ40n7I9Q?hl=en_US&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wbrJ40n7I9Q?hl=en_US&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, remember that video clip of the Russian singer who became known as the "Trololololo" guy after a strange performance of him singing on 1970s Russian television circulated around the web a couple of years ago? Christoph put his own hilarious spin on it called &lt;i&gt;Der Humpink&lt;/i&gt;. I think he's going to be a natural at hosting &lt;i&gt;SNL&lt;/i&gt;. Is there nothing this man can't do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xDMGVaHgTv4?hl=en_US&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xDMGVaHgTv4?hl=en_US&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jIOQ1cpKsxg/UQr0XDVNFoI/AAAAAAAAGoA/tlo0aoyf0S4/s1600/christophe+waltz+b&amp;amp;w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jIOQ1cpKsxg/UQr0XDVNFoI/AAAAAAAAGoA/tlo0aoyf0S4/s640/christophe+waltz+b&amp;amp;w.jpg" width="494" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Pretty smoking back in the day...but even hotter today in my honest opinion. Better with age!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hiMX3XEpJf4/UQr0sGytNcI/AAAAAAAAGoI/LG9Fye60F-o/s1600/christoph-waltz-gq.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hiMX3XEpJf4/UQr0sGytNcI/AAAAAAAAGoI/LG9Fye60F-o/s640/christoph-waltz-gq.png" width="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo via &lt;a href="http://waterforelephantsfilm.com/2011/03/23/photos-christoph-waltz-in-spring-2011-gq-style-germany/" target="_blank"&gt;waterforelephantsfilm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Something tells me we'll be seeing a lot more of Christoph on American movie screens.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~4/Du2TJWrwg14" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goretro.blogspot.com/feeds/6274127326946179507/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15023065&amp;postID=6274127326946179507" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/6274127326946179507?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/6274127326946179507?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~3/Du2TJWrwg14/go-retros-retro-hottie-of-month.html" title="Go Retro's Retro Hottie of the Month: Christoph Waltz" /><author><name>Pam@GoRetro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122952408610512684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gD0s9YD4mWw/UEULi0q3ZzI/AAAAAAAAEvg/i_tlXs3sH0g/s220/70s%2Bstyle.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lI3xTj6z0hw/UQrvfsdXMHI/AAAAAAAAGmE/ENJXn8rPaLc/s72-c/christoph_waltz_young.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goretro.blogspot.com/2013/02/go-retros-retro-hottie-of-month.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcBQ388eCp7ImA9WhNaE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023065.post-7157249933033493339</id><published>2013-01-27T14:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-27T15:04:12.170-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-27T15:04:12.170-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1970s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Retro fads" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1960s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="retro fashion" /><title>Getting Wiggy With It</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x6_xxfn5sqU/UQRWwD1kuzI/AAAAAAAAGgA/Ku2eCBKkQQw/s1600/wishbook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x6_xxfn5sqU/UQRWwD1kuzI/AAAAAAAAGgA/Ku2eCBKkQQw/s640/wishbook.jpg" width="468" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I never believed my mother and sisters telling me that wearing wigs just because you could was a common trend during the 60s and 70s until I saw the vintage ads to prove it. I still have a hard time fathoming why wigs were in vogue during those decades--ironically, many of them seem to be for shorter styles at a time when long hair was in fashion. I would imagine they'd get itchy, uncomfortable, and hot during the summer months. If you didn't have a medical condition, why would you want one? It seems more deceitful than wearing a push-up bra or makeup.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yet, there were wigs...even on catalog and fashion models...and some ads used sexual appeal to sell them, too. Yes, I know today hairpieces are still popular...but I don't remember the last time I saw a wig advertisement in a woman's magazine. Anyways, here's a splattering of wig ads from back in the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb5F_vAY7s0/UQWAh_Iz_kI/AAAAAAAAGh0/z3uSSQv0xFY/s1600/playground.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb5F_vAY7s0/UQWAh_Iz_kI/AAAAAAAAGh0/z3uSSQv0xFY/s640/playground.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A playground for men's hands...now that's some copywriting genius. But what happens if playtime gets a little rough, and that playground comes right off? How embarrassing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UF-lHPoZA5I/UQWBCyzlNLI/AAAAAAAAGh8/xsyT8zrAfwM/s1600/carousel+ad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UF-lHPoZA5I/UQWBCyzlNLI/AAAAAAAAGh8/xsyT8zrAfwM/s640/carousel+ad.jpg" width="438" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This wig seems to be for international women of mystery...the copy is difficult to read, but I can make out where it says, "Lets you create your mood...instantly! Anything from a shy young miss to that enchanting woman of the world!" Or in this case, wonton sex kitten.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zELltGg7zx4/UQWBuyIfHmI/AAAAAAAAGiE/I-mW_ZeHtrI/s1600/practically+perfect.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zELltGg7zx4/UQWBuyIfHmI/AAAAAAAAGiE/I-mW_ZeHtrI/s640/practically+perfect.jpg" width="472" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't even know what we're supposed to be looking at here...but it's far from "practically perfect." This has got to be the worst looking mullet I've ever seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xxbjmeFCdu0/UQWB-Svo9sI/AAAAAAAAGiM/Z3DBi_ctCaU/s1600/bowlcut.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xxbjmeFCdu0/UQWB-Svo9sI/AAAAAAAAGiM/Z3DBi_ctCaU/s640/bowlcut.jpg" width="456" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yeeeeeeeeek!!!! You mean some women actually PAID MONEY to obtain this look?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tsmRerYxD9I/UQWCO0Oqz9I/AAAAAAAAGiU/hl_gq2n3KoY/s1600/sego+wigs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tsmRerYxD9I/UQWCO0Oqz9I/AAAAAAAAGiU/hl_gq2n3KoY/s640/sego+wigs.jpg" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I've never heard of Sego, but it was a diet drink, and, well, diet drinks make us think of wigs. Or something. Again, this is playing off the taking on a new persona angle. Number five must be the Stern Librarian disguise. She looks like she's going to shove that pencil where the sun doesn't shine if you don't stop talking in the library.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y8zsJN8uf8U/UQWDLZJ16BI/AAAAAAAAGig/HsR6zakeBZE/s1600/Sears+exercise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y8zsJN8uf8U/UQWDLZJ16BI/AAAAAAAAGig/HsR6zakeBZE/s640/Sears+exercise.jpg" width="468" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;From a Sears catalog. Mustn't forget your wig before a workout.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P3aTYUM7eHE/UQWDjqYWPtI/AAAAAAAAGkI/GZ3SJxpzIuA/s1600/mad+crush.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="468" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P3aTYUM7eHE/UQWDjqYWPtI/AAAAAAAAGkI/GZ3SJxpzIuA/s640/mad+crush.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I love how the last model is giving the rest of them with their blonde afros the side-eye like they're all shades of crazy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;All ads came from Flickr. Boo to the people who had some great ads but disabled downloading of them--what's the point of uploading them in the first place if you won't share? That's another post for another time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~4/YuaSxDrOyuo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goretro.blogspot.com/feeds/7157249933033493339/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15023065&amp;postID=7157249933033493339" title="14 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/7157249933033493339?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023065/posts/default/7157249933033493339?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlbZq/~3/YuaSxDrOyuo/getting-wiggy-with-it.html" title="Getting Wiggy With It" /><author><name>Pam@GoRetro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122952408610512684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gD0s9YD4mWw/UEULi0q3ZzI/AAAAAAAAEvg/i_tlXs3sH0g/s220/70s%2Bstyle.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x6_xxfn5sqU/UQRWwD1kuzI/AAAAAAAAGgA/Ku2eCBKkQQw/s72-c/wishbook.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goretro.blogspot.com/2013/01/getting-wiggy-with-it.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
