Editors Note:


EDITOR'S NOTE: Fresh off a three year managerial stint, your friendly neighborhood lenslinger is back on the street and under heavy deadline. As the numbing effects of his self-imposed containment wear off, vexing reflections and pithy epistles are sure to follow...

Tuesday, March 09, 2010

I Was a Teenage Werewolf...

Wolfman
Actually, I was a 20 something TV geek with a mullet the size of a satellite dish. What can I tell ya? It was the dawn of the 90's and I'd yet to receive the memo that hair-metal was dead. How was I supposed to know I should dress in flannel and stare at my shoes? If I remember correctly, those shoes were a pair of glistening white Nike high-tops, which begs the question: Did no one tell me I looked like a tool? Well, perhaps some did, but I wouldn't have listened anyway. I was having too much fun. And while my boss was probably wondering what happened to that clean cut car salesman she hired, I felt I was onto something - if not ON something... Clearly, I was under the influence ... the influence of television. When this video still was captured, I was pretty new to the biz, giddy over the gear and more than happy to shoot another used car lot spot. The last thing I wanted to be was one of those overly earnest news dorks down the hall.

Eventually I altered that view, but it took a bartender with a gun to convince me it was time to point my lens at something serious. In that process a haircut ensued and I join you today a father of two with thinning hair and a dwindling string of Polaroids depicting my once proud Kentucky Waterfall. Too bad youthful exuberance is no excuse for lookin' like a putz...So why do I post these photos? Is it to send to my site meter spinning? To give my coworkers something to chortle over? To drive my own poor kids deep into therapy? Naah, I do it for YOU, young news shooter. Yeah you - the guy with the knit skull cap and sequined peacock t-shirt. You may feel like the very essence of hip now (you probably are), but we're here to tell you: that look won't last. Before you know it, you'll be flipping through old snapshots and wondering what the fudge you were thinking when you shaved your sideburns into lightning bolts. I just hope when that time comes, you'll have the grapes to share your shame.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have a pile of old wrestler pants I need to burn...

3 comments:

JunkyardHR said...

That is a truly awful haircut, man. I'm thinking your wife is glad you came to your senses.

turdpolisher said...

your gotta wear that hair to vegas!

Arthur said...

At least you don't bear the shame of wearing the Sparky Sun Devil mascot costume like your boy Danny "Sparky" Harnden did at Arizona State did back in the 1980s. That's just sad.