Miss Barbara Blonde

Take it from Miss Barbara Blonde, if you want to make it in New York—you're going to have to learn to be tough. A working class mannequin subjected daily to the dietary and catty pressures of display windows, torturous hair schools, and even yes—when times are really tough—beauty supply stores. It wasn’t like this in California, where the sun was usually shining and her parents were close by. Her mother, a regular fixture at Macy’s in LA and San Francisco, and her father, an accountant for the department store, warned Miss Barbara B not to venture so far from the familiar. But the smell of urine on the subway and the crisp winters and sweaty summers beckoned her. She knew that there would be endless opportunity, a new adventure around every corner. She packed her bag, put up her hair, and found herself dead smack in it—Brooklyn, New York.
Meet Miss B. If you’re a girl who thirsts for a taste of city living, read this column. She’s gonna make it after all.

Before the fanny packs and Celine Dion concerts, your parents (and grandparents) were once free-wheeling, fashion-forward, and super awesome.  That's what myparentswereawesome.tumblr.com is not letting us forget.

It's a tribute to all our folks out there who gave up their "coolness" to focus on us, so we could be as cool as they were back in the day.

Love you mom and pops.