tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post7919753147792732411..comments2023-11-05T03:56:08.325-08:00Comments on Murrmurrs: Forced To CurlMurr Brewsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-16602342791026739222011-12-11T08:22:38.636-08:002011-12-11T08:22:38.636-08:00holy shit, but you're funny. I've spent al...holy shit, but you're funny. I've spent all the money I've saved from avoiding make-up on...um...what have I spent it on? Shit, I don't remember. Books, I guess.sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00433184291061135740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-17193339693714268602011-12-06T14:45:45.595-08:002011-12-06T14:45:45.595-08:00I love your authentic self. I just posted somethin...I love your authentic self. I just posted something very short and simply on my blog and Wendy told me to get over here.<br /><br />Love this.<br /><br />I'm at http://rasjacobson.com -- if you care to take a look.Renee Schuls-Jacobsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10987735882275763051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-75505280276566447342011-12-06T14:10:16.076-08:002011-12-06T14:10:16.076-08:00Well, Wendy, I'm fine with small children runn...Well, Wendy, I'm fine with small children running away. They're so leaky and stuff.<br /><br />God, Linda Medrano, my straight hair totally worked out for me, if not my Mom, because it was just right when I was 13, when it matters most. There wasn't a kink in it, but even so I ironed the ends sometimes. It was long enough to do that without bending over, too.Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-40918907971289912892011-12-06T12:15:00.059-08:002011-12-06T12:15:00.059-08:00Hi Murr:
I'm so glad you found your authentic...Hi Murr:<br /><br />I'm so glad you found your authentic self...I too found similarities between your childhood and my own. Today, I wear very little makeup (just enough to keep small children from running away), and have more interest in clothes that are comfortable than fashionable! Thanks for sharing this!<br /><br />WendyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-80966613709734570052011-12-06T09:39:21.353-08:002011-12-06T09:39:21.353-08:00From the time I was a little girl, I remember sitt...From the time I was a little girl, I remember sitting on the floor in front of my mother while she put "pincurls" in my hair. I slept in the things and woke up to wiggly hair every day. Since we lived in San Francisco, by the time I walked to school, all of the wiggles had disappeared and I again had straight black hair. I think Mom was trying to model us on Shirley Temple. Linda Medranohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03440058568073764902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-13994228335908846292011-12-03T09:22:42.531-08:002011-12-03T09:22:42.531-08:00Great post! It is refreshing to find women who are...Great post! It is refreshing to find women who aren't slaves to the fashion industry!Margiehttp://gogreygirl.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-83841273938861441242011-12-02T12:22:38.714-08:002011-12-02T12:22:38.714-08:00My hair was okay until the late 70's. Then it ...My hair was okay until the late 70's. Then it fell out.Jonohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18170214396483091419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-35674224139497342512011-12-02T07:25:01.776-08:002011-12-02T07:25:01.776-08:00Childhood is hell! :) I spent the 70s wanting to m...Childhood is hell! :) I spent the 70s wanting to make my wavy hair straight, but instead I had a mother putting it in pin curls. Great post!Knatoleehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03809822081515082096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-90412990284773977112011-12-02T04:23:53.456-08:002011-12-02T04:23:53.456-08:00"It wasn't the makeup that made me look l..."It wasn't the makeup that made me look like a whore, it was the sex" Oh, I am laughing and spitting out coffee through my nose....Wonderful post. Being authentic is always the best!William Dameronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10129769129251689759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-61765023592434760752011-12-01T21:56:55.852-08:002011-12-01T21:56:55.852-08:00Ah, Murr....you're freaking KILLING me here......Ah, Murr....you're freaking KILLING me here....Akanniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00513632434353119491noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-38766100577263187232011-12-01T19:49:23.076-08:002011-12-01T19:49:23.076-08:00Yes, yes, yes,! I am so glad I hit teenagedom at ...Yes, yes, yes,! I am so glad I hit teenagedom at the exact moment when the bras had been burnt and the mascara discarded. I didn't wear either through high school, although I eventually agreed to the overshoulderbolderholder when I entered law school. No makeup has crossed my face except an occaisional steal of gloppy brown stuff from my mother, to cover an egregious pimple, not ripe ellenoregonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13614616629522707860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-68044478338981017672011-12-01T19:45:02.426-08:002011-12-01T19:45:02.426-08:00I agree with the comment that you are a great writ...I agree with the comment that you are a great writer. You brought back lots of memories. I was a tomboy and was willing to beat up any boy that couldn't see that I was better than him, albeit smaller. <br /><br />The saddest Christmas I remember was when I had only asked (and begged and pleaded) for a ball glove and got a boy doll. AND I was 11. And it was from my MOTHER who had watched me Marilyn Kircushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15014565704792020948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-90422375440555795782011-12-01T17:28:46.402-08:002011-12-01T17:28:46.402-08:00I had Ginnie dolls, but really would rather read o...I had Ginnie dolls, but really would rather read or play marbles. I thought I was the only non-girly girl until a few years ago.Linda Myershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05706455533282204519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-67149048625934692462011-12-01T15:54:01.183-08:002011-12-01T15:54:01.183-08:00So many comments from You-too?!s! I'm another....So many comments from You-too?!s! I'm another. My mom never gave up on me; I was 19 when she bought me a frothy, frilly pale-blue dress with lace(! Ugh!) in strategic places, and made me wear it while Dad took photos, then "remembered" the time and tried to rush me out the door for a surprise party. Instead, I dashed upstairs for my purse, and to change into my favourite scruffy Susannah Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11923063322849781223noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-64355084241523438422011-12-01T13:29:58.010-08:002011-12-01T13:29:58.010-08:00Murr, this is just plain brilliant writing.Murr, this is just plain brilliant writing.Dan Newlandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09572041150601642050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-90783179985984665492011-12-01T10:45:00.747-08:002011-12-01T10:45:00.747-08:00Uh. Well, YEAH!Uh. Well, YEAH!Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-51748618628849821712011-12-01T10:36:44.301-08:002011-12-01T10:36:44.301-08:00Ladies! (Can we still use that term? I feel like I...Ladies! (Can we still use that term? I feel like I just fell into the biggest meeting ever of the gals who remember Toni home permanents, and all the strictures on what was expected of us, especially to be good girly girls.<br /><br /> I had 3 brothers, and I was the tomboy who lead them over the log to the other side of the cliff, and the first to pull myself up on the next high rock and find IShaatzienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-27792789265180740042011-12-01T10:23:07.643-08:002011-12-01T10:23:07.643-08:00You reminded me of the magical properties of beer....You reminded me of the magical properties of beer. I recall in college confirming the theory that the prettiness of the girl with you increases proportionally to the volume of beer consumed.Robert the Skeptichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10863488312604865183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-10272390552055576042011-12-01T10:20:08.204-08:002011-12-01T10:20:08.204-08:00I couldn't agree more about how if you never w...I couldn't agree more about how if you never wear makeup, people don't notice. Somehow I also get by without pointy-heeled boots, hair dye and "mani-pedis", which seem to be essential in my generation.Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18210099927164456893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-28518538778183853642011-12-01T09:01:57.962-08:002011-12-01T09:01:57.962-08:00Ha! kiddo, what a nice write!!! Made me think of ...Ha! kiddo, what a nice write!!! Made me think of my daughter, who I am pretty sure has never bought a dress. Last year when she needed one to attend her cousins wedding she went to GoodWill, bought a new men's XXXL , took it apart and made a dress out of it.<br /><br />We never have had her hair curled...but she sure changes the color often! good on you! :)okjimmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11013002335848390765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-23527383795472889162011-12-01T06:12:55.729-08:002011-12-01T06:12:55.729-08:00We'd have been best friends at eleven. You'...We'd have been best friends at eleven. You'd have been my role model. Instead, I made a slip of pre-teen judgment (imagine) and got saddled with Southern Incipient-Cheerleader role models. I tried my best to assert my true self by wearing as much brown as possible, but I succumbed on the make-up. In the South, women of the Sixties couldn't take out the trash without eye shadow. We Nancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15166865250789996825noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-79127148252415942902011-12-01T06:11:56.956-08:002011-12-01T06:11:56.956-08:00Pressed through a Cheese Grater? Either the title ...Pressed through a Cheese Grater? Either the title of your Collected Poignancies (veiled in humor) or the name of your Nouveau-Grunge Band. Either way: brilliant.Colhttps://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=607549290noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-48783300859808555852011-12-01T05:21:28.062-08:002011-12-01T05:21:28.062-08:00I think Alice is an excellent role model. If I had...I think Alice is an excellent role model. If I had a sewer cover to myself, I'd dance on it, too.unmitigated mehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13901264130484454602noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-51216771019136465132011-12-01T00:49:47.041-08:002011-12-01T00:49:47.041-08:00Sorry, Murr. I was ironing my hair to get those ti...Sorry, Murr. I was ironing my hair to get those tight-fisted things called curls OUT. I stopped eating carrots because some dotty old aunt told me it made my hair curly. I looked like Medusa (without the fangs)<br />I loved the line: I saw my future in a teardrop.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-1874424581745471452011-11-30T23:52:49.721-08:002011-11-30T23:52:49.721-08:00I remember my mother giving me permanents and how ...I remember my mother giving me permanents and how stinky they were! I thought I was being gassed and my gagging reflex would kick in. The curls were a result, and I can remember my mother wrapping hair and brushing it around fingers to give me those bouncy Shirley Temple curls. I would walk with an exaggerated bounce in my step just to feel them. I am sure my walk looked peculiar and not veryRose Lhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07180873324576064516noreply@blogger.com