Dayum, girl. A long time ago before this here blog lost the vowels in its title, there was a thing I did in a couple of local alt. media rags, and although the persona was all mine (minus the mellowing effects of time and weed… oh no, wait, there was still weed), my pseudonym owed a little something to this exquisitely-coiffed starhawk. “Happy Days” was on at 4:30, so I think I watched it every day after school. Always a special place in my heart for Leather and her slutty redheaded sister, Pinky.
With personal heroes like those two, you can see why I turned out the way I did. I’m a pretty good amalgam of the two sisters, come to think of it.
Iz gret, aktully.