I hail from the era of perms and shoulder pads.
I often think back on those days when my outlook was hopeful, and my adult life was ahead of me.
The relationship my permed hair and my shoulder pads had with my self confidence was unmistakable. The bigger my hair, the more confident and spirited I was feeling. The bigger the shoulder pads, the more defiant and invincible I felt. Those shoulder pads were my gladiator shields. The big permed hair my helmet.
I’d wake up, shower, run a trident through my hair, apply war paint, strap on my shields and head out to my rusted 1976 Dodge Charger.
Life for me in the 80’s was a chariot race. I could see the ground through the rusted floor of my chariot, but that didn’t matter. I had places to go… and fast. Classes, work, parties there was fun to be had, so clear the road, I was coming through.
That chariot race didn’t end for me until an oil leak caused my engine to lock up on the interstate. It was about that time that my hair took a fatal blow… one too many perms- a bad one at that, coupled with a poodle haircut.
It was like the wheel of my chariot broke off and splintered into a million pieces, stealing my thunder. Left with no chariot, and the damaged helmet, I had no choice but to cut off my fried hair. What good are shoulder pads without the perm?
What good is a shield without the helmet?
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Cause, Meet Effect
You can singlehandedly create a causal relation between two things that are currently unconnected — a word and an emotion, a song and an extreme weather event, wearing a certain color and winning the lottery. What cause would you link to what effect, and why?