So we were all set to write a post loosely titled "Fashioning the Third Wave" about the feminist punk and new wave fashions of the late 1970s - early 1980s when, during our search for photos of Poly Styrene and The Slits, we somehow came across an image of Jane Child that stopped us dead in our tracks. Even after all these years, this woman still scares the shit out us. The muscles, the hair, the 'mystical' Indian earring nose chain. It all conspires to at once totally date her and totally construct her as a curious creature of the future. Whether she emerged from beyond Thunderdome or from behind the Iron Curtain, we don't know, but we are certain that "I Don't Want To Fall In Love" is still as horrid today as it was 20 years ago. Enjoy (or, don't):
6 comments:
not really someone you want your son to bring home.
{shudders} :)
Oh my oh my! I'm pretty open to alot style but..... I think i'll leave here and that's the end!! ;)
Aaaaahyeeeeee! I don't want my nose attached to my ear, or a cornrow mullet!
I totally forgot about this, but than instantly remembered the song when I played the first 10 seconds. I can't imagine the headaches those braids must have given her.
how hilarious, I just looked this up for my brother and I recently. FLOODED with memories of late elementary school that I don't even want to think about!
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