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Friday, August 29, 2025

Beyond the Ropes: My Glitter-Filled Journey into the World of GLOW Childhood Obsession Becomes a Lifelong Passion


Remember the 80s? Big hair, neon colors and Saturday morning cartoons. For me, among all that vibrant chaos, there was one show that truly captured my imagination: GLOW:
The Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling. You might remember it as campy, maybe even a little "uncool," but for a kid like me, it was pure magic. Little did I know, this seemingly innocent TV show would weave itself into the fabric of my life, leading to friendships with the very women and a few men I idolized on screen, as well as their fans.

Hanging with Hollywood

Growing up in Mobile, Alabama, and later Pace, Florida, life could be a little, well, boring. My TV diet was mostly limited to Saturday morning cartoons and primetime sitcoms, except for summer or holiday breaks from school when I watched Nickelodeon during the day, I've seen every episode of Lassie at least 5 times. Wrestling? Not really my thing. My sister, on the other hand, started getting into it along with my cousins, especially with the eye candy of the Von Erich brothers. I appreciated the drama, sure, and Kevin Von Erich's bowl-like cut definitely resonated with my own hairstyle at the time. But the grittiness of men's wrestling didn't quite hook me. Other characters that I remember were actually hometown heroes, like Wildcat Wendel Cooley and the Exotic Adrian Street who lived not too far from us and was one of the people who taught me that the heels (bad guys) in wrestling are usually the nicest of people in the business.


Exotic Adrian Street!!!

Then, one Saturday afternoon, flipping channels on our cable box, I stumbled upon a spectacle unlike anything I'd seen. A blue and pink wrestling ring, a neon sign and a woman in camo battling a pig-tailed opponent with pink tights adorned with hearts. My mom and sister yelled, "TURN IT!" but I was transfixed. I didn't know what it was, but I knew I had to watch it. Two weeks of missed attempts, thwarted by my dad's devotion to the Cubs game, only fueled my curiosity.


The third week, a miracle! I woke up early, channel surfing, and there it was: a commercial for The Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling, followed by an actual episode! It was on WPMI channel 15, just at an earlier time. I was instantly, utterly captivated. These women weren't just wrestlers; they were a vibrant explosion of shapes, sizes and personalities, adorned in the wildest, brightest outfits, bright makeup along with glitter and colored hairspray. They sang, they fought, they did comedy skits that felt straight out of Hee-Haw. It was a hilarious, theatrical, and utterly unique blend of comedy, variety show and wrestling.



I'll never forget the main event: Tina Ferrari in her shimmering purple against the formidable Ninotchka, battling for the GLOW Crown. The announcer hyped the U.S. vs. Russia angle, and to my young mind, this match felt like it could spark an international incident! Ninotchka won, and just like that, the show was over. The next week, it was gone from the airwaves. My desperate search through TV Guide yielded nothing, but I found a couple of VHS tapes, GLOW 1 and GLOW 2, at a Pensacola video store. I devoured them, obsessed with those few matches on those tapes from the pilot episode as well as a random episode from Season 1.


A few months later, another glorious discovery! A commercial announced "THE NEW Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling" would be airing Saturdays at 6 PM on WJTC channel 44. I was glued to the living room floor an hour early, determined not to miss it. The show had a slightly different vibe, a new group of girls alongside some familiar faces like Hollywood, Mt. Fiji, Sally the Farmer's Daughter, Vine and Ninotchka. This new iteration felt lighter, more playful. I was instantly hooked by Godiva, the bad-ass British woman, and her hilarious feud with Tiffany Mellon and Roxy Astor, the rich girl replacements for Tina Ferrari and Ashley Cartier. Then there was Babe the Farmer's Daughter with Tulsa, Hollywood teaming up with MTV, and an unforgettable arm-wrestling match between Mt. Fiji and Big Bad Mama, culminating in Aunt Kitty versus Jackie Stallone (who, incidentally, was the first GLOW-related person I ever met in person years later!). The new GLOW featured a brief run with Ninotchka as the champion before letting go of the crown, setting off the "Run for the Rubies" tournament to fill the vacated championship. There were also a few evolving storylines, like the saga of Daisy and Gremlina and extreme beef between the good girls and bad girls, it was different but just as captivating as the first episode I had watched months before.


Me with Tina Ferrari, checking her messages

This show was more than just entertainment; it was a lifeline. As a shy, nerdy kid, bullied and afraid to be myself, GLOW was my joy. It was the vibrant light that helped me endure a dysfunctional home life and a horrible school experience each week. I even tried to learn some of the moves, practicing with my friend "Stig." While a Figure 4 leg lock might not work on a playground bully twice your size, GLOW gave me a sense of confidence and an appreciation for "out of the box" entertainment that shaped who I am today. I really did learn how to fight watching GLOW and it did help me become a kid no one wanted to fight with even though I would have been on the losing side mostly. In 2024, while on a cruise with Hollywood and Lightning, we cruisers were tasked to create our own GLOW character and dress as them so I rose to the ocassion and brought my original GLOW character, Wilshire, the valet to Hollywood and Vine to life, complete with his own rap. The bright colors, the glitter (which I'm still obsessed with!), and the cast of oddball characters taught me that it was okay to be different, to embrace my unique personality. Looking at other GLOW fans, it's clear we share this common trait: strong, individual personalities.


Me, Ashley Cartier, Pedro & Tina Ferrari 2017

My obsession was real. I'd call the 1-900 GLOW number constantly from every phone I could get my hands on—my house, my cousin's, my granny's, even the neighbor's! The recorded messages of the GLOW girls talking about "random weirdness" felt like hold music before a real GLOW girl would come to the phone, as if they were running a call center. The huge phone bills and subsequent "ass whoopin's" from my parents? Probably not worth it, but would I do it again? Probably.


As Season 3 progressed, new characters emerged and some old favorites faded. The most bizarre changes was Dementia, who in Season 3 was played by Nancy Daley and developed a second personality, the Widow Woman. Even more odd was the fact that the character of Dementia was played by a completely different lady during season 1 and 2. Season 3 ended with Cheyenne Cher winning the GLOW crown, thanks to interference from Roxy Astor—a grudge Godiva and Roxy (kayfabe) still hold to this day! Unfortunately, Season 4 never aired in my area, leaving the outcome of how tiny Cheyenne Cher could defend the GLOW crown and for how long a mystery for years until I found other fans on Facebook and YouTube. One of my favorite stories that I tell people, is how when my sister, cousins and myself would watch wrestling in my granny's living room or my Aunt Joan's den, we would emulate the wrestlers and copy what we saw on TV. While everyone announced they were The Macho Man Randy Savage, Hulk Hogan, The Ultimate Warrior and whomever else they liked, there I was "Hollywood" or "Sally the Farmer's Daughter" getting pinned by my cousin Lynda, or shall I say, the "Macho Man."


Royal Hawaiian and myself, Las Vegas 2025

Finding GLOW merchandise was a struggle. No magazines, no mentions in Pro Wrestling Illustrated which I called (they told me it was a "TV show, not a promotion"—apparently a joke in the industry!). I even sent cash to the address advertised on TV for a GLOW T-shirt, only to have it returned with a note: GLOW was no longer in business, I made a long distance call to the Riviera Hotel to verify and they said GLOW hadn’t been there for a few years. The lady I was speaking to said it moved to film elsewhere before it ended. The only official merch I ever got was Brut Splash On and Deodorant (still a favorite!) as well as Faberge Organics Shampoo and Conditioner with Pro Vitamin B-5 in the new easy to use dispenser. So, I made my own neon-less GLOW sign out of posterboard, paper, markers, crayon, glue and glitter. It was a mess, but it was my cool GLOW sign.



When GLOW ended, nothing else quite filled the void. ESPN tried with a late-night ladies' wrestling show featuring David McLane and some former GLOW wrestlers under different names, (I see you California Doll, Angel, Amy the Farmer’s Daughter, Matilda, Dementia 1 and Tina Ferrari) but it was gritty and lacked the sparkle of GLOW. I even got into WWF for a while, hanging out with my cool neighbors, Eric and Tunda, who were a newlywed couple in their twenties and didn't judge my LGBTQ identity. I would go over to their house a few times a week to enjoy WWF and Tunda’s amazing crockpot dinners. I always liked hanging out with people who were older than me, it wasn’t their maturity as much as the fact that they were more interested in things that weren’t always on the top of pop culture trends. While I like pop culture as much as the next person, I like nostalgia and vintage also, not that Eric and Tunda were vintage, they were just cool people. I also had a little crush on Eric for a few years. Sadly, he was killed in a tragic accident after pulling to the side of the road to use his cell phone in the early 90’s. RIP Eric Cook, you were a great guy and your knowledge in pro-wrestling was appreciated. Tunda and Eric even took me to local wrestling shows as well as my very first live WWF show! I loved it but aside from the fun of watching the Bushwackers take on the Orient Express, the practiced moves and lack of "selling" pain in the other matches were a bit of a letdown compared to the theatricality of GLOW. My WWF fandom ended when Doink the Clown appeared—clowns are a real phobia of mine! I am grateful that I got into men’s wrestling for a little while, I wasn’t much of a Hulk Hogan fan like all the other kids, my favorites were the Genius, Lanny Poffo, who I met at that live WWF event, Jake the Snake, Brutus Beefcake & Mr. Perfect.



Years passed, but Season 3 of GLOW remained vivid in my memory, including many of the girls' pre-match raps, I know it's a little embarrassing but I know 3 guys who claim they know ALL of the pre-match raps so I guess I'm in good company. Then, with the advent of MySpace and Facebook, I stumbled upon Beastie the Road Warrior's page and befriended her. I was working as a telephone psychic at the time and offered her a free tarot reading. That 10-minute reading turned into a four-hour phone call that ended at 3 AM when my phone died. Befriending a GLOW girl is a unique experience; they seem to come as a package deal! My connection with Beastie led to friendships with other GLOW girls and a huge community of fans like Michael Karr, Richard Hughes, TeLisa McKinney, Manny Briana, Jennifer Chiola, Vanessa Bello, James Maher, Rick Howard Jr. and Mike Rand, whose YouTube channel, much like my channel, is a treasure trove of GLOW moments. Some of us fans have even been immortalized as GLOW girls through the creative artwork of Gener de Vera!


Soon after meeting Beastie, she shared an idea for a TV show, and I jumped in, helping her develop the concept. I spent a week at her home in Tennessee working on the package for a show that would star her and eight or nine other GLOW girls, including Daisy, Roxy Astor, Ashley Cartier, Hollywood, Lightning, Corp Kelly 2, Little Egypt and Evangelina. Sadly, the show concept wasn't well received by Matt Cimber, the original GLOW director. It seems we were pitching a show whose theme was at the tail end of a fad. Still, just working on something related to the show I loved as a kid was awesome.



So, that's how I became a fan. What did GLOW mean to me? While the GLOW girls often speak of the show's empowering effect on women, they might not realize its impact wasn't limited to just women. For a shy, bullied kid with no creative or assertive bone in his body at the time, GLOW opened my mind to "out of the box" entertainment. It’s why I was so receptive and able to jump into musical theater during my teens, and why bright colors and glitter still define my creative and artistic abilities today. The show's diverse cast of oddball characters showed me that it was perfectly okay not to blend in, not to try and fit into someone else's idea of "normal."


And my favorite GLOW girl? That's the question everyone asks! To be honest, I couldn't pick just one. Hollywood and Daisy are my all-time favorites, followed closely by Lightning, Tulsa, Debbie Debutante, Jungle Woman and Tina Ferrari. I was a fan of both the "Bad Girls" and the "Good Girls"! I definitely had my favorite matches, like MTV vs Vicky Victory, Roxy versus Dementia or basically any match with Beastie, because you just knew she’d pulverize her opponent and probably get disqualified. Evangelina's matches were pure fun, too, with her character like a grown-up refugee from Children of the Corn and her unholy (in a good way!) methods of teaching the gospel. And watching Sally and Hollywood go at it? You could tell there was something extra going on behind the scenes, which made it feel incredibly real on camera. Trying to pick just one favorite from four whole seasons would be like handing a kid a whole case of candy and telling them they can only have one piece. Every single girl brought something unique and unforgettable to the show.



Speaking of unforgettable, if you haven't seen it yet, you have to check out the amazing documentary GLOW: The Story of the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling. It’s available on pretty much every major streaming service. It’s a fantastic blast from the past and gives you incredible insight into the behind-the-scenes magic (and sometimes not-so-magical realities) of the show that we, as viewers, never got to see. Ursula Hayden, also known as Babe the Farmer's Daughter, actually owned the trademark to GLOW since the late 1990’s until her untimely passing from cancer. She tried to get the promotion restarted, but it seems the stars just never aligned. Over the years, Babe released DVDs featuring episodes from each season, but sadly, she didn't have access to the complete archive of GLOW footage. Yes, it does exist, and maybe, just maybe, one day an arrangement can be made to get all those episodes out on DVD as complete season releases or even for streaming. For now, the only "officially" streaming matches are from Season 3 and a few from Season 4, under the name "Original Ladies of Wrestling," with some elements slightly doctored (like the music, probably to avoid copyright strikes on the original tunes).


A lot of people might remember GLOW as just an '80s "cheese fest" or a "T&A show." Some folks just didn't get it at all – my partner Terry, bless his heart, is one of those people. But for me, and for so many others, GLOW became a part of who we are. Not as wrestlers, though I did do some training to become a pro wrestler myself (it's way harder than they make it look on TV, trust me!). No, GLOW gave us the power to transform and bring the oddball, vibrant characters we knew we were on the inside, out into the world.


Daisy and David McLane, Las Vegas 2025

In 2016, I somehow convinced Terry to fly with me to Los Angeles for the very first cruise hosted by the original ladies of GLOW. We even met Daisy a few days before the cruise and hung out with her at Knott's Berry Farm! Sailing with the GLOW girls wasn't just fun; it cemented our friendships with these incredible women and with so many of the amazing fans. We also discovered something else: we absolutely LOVED cruising! In 2017, we hopped on another cruise and met even more GLOW girls, Tina Ferrari accidentally kicked me in the chest, it was incredible. Then in 2018, another cruise, and that’s when I became super close with Hollywood. To this day, she's one of my closest friends and Terry and I adore her. When COVID hit, Terry and I even started making soap, just like Hollywood was! We’d share our discoveries and progress with our soap-making ventures. Now, all three of us are pretty much "masters of soap," though Terry and Jeanne (Hollywood) have definitely surpassed me with their impeccable design skills.


Hollywood Jeanne Basone, Norwegian Encore 2024

Terry and I took a cruise by ourselves in 2019, and it was fun but just not the same for me without the GLOW girls. When March 2024 came around, we cruised once again with Hollywood and Lightning on the Norwegian Encore, alongside the greatest group of GLOW fans you could ever imagine. Lightning brought out the competitive aspect of my personality, racing go-karts, she beat me but I ran over her glasses so I guess we are even…lol. Last year, while I was on that cruise, I realized how not only the GLOW girls had great stories, the GLOW fans did also so when I started working on my blog, I wanted to feature GLOW in addition to other stories that I write because it’s as much a part of me as it is everything else I talk about. So I began to dedicate my Saturday entries to GLOW, calling it Saturday GLOWcase. I’ve slowed down a little on my block 


And guess what? In February 2025, I started writing my first young adult book! It’s got a few characters inspired by some of the GLOW girls, so be sure to check out "Under the Lifeguard’s Watch" when it’s released – it's going to be a fun ride!


Something really, really cool happened just a few months ago when Hollywood invited me to attend the Cauliflower Alley Club reunion in Las Vegas and hang with her for a few days. So, last Monday, I quietly hopped on my Frontier Airlines Go Wild pass and flew to Vegas. I intentionally kept quiet because I wanted to surprise a few of the ladies that I knew who were attending the convention. I got to hang out with Hollywood, reconnect with Daisy, Ashley Cartier Roxy, and Sunny, and even met Royal Hawaiian from GLOW! And by sheer chance, I ran into David McLane again, just like we did while on the Queen Mary for a party in 2016. While at the convention, I also met Jimmy Hart and Bushwhacker Luke, two more WWF personalities I loved as a kid. Also an absolute sweetheart of a guy, author Kurt Nielsen, who was best friends with Paul Bearer/Percy Pringle…a gentleman who lived in Mobile and a friend to one of my uncles. Goes to show you how small the world is. Vegas has changed a lot since I worked there in the mid-1990s, and aside from the heat, it was an absolutely amazing trip. Ashley Cartier even took a little time out to teach me how to play the slot machines at the Plaza Hotel and Casino. I’ll definitely post some video footage of my wins (and losses!). Roxy Astor suggested I try the Whitney Houston machine, but I just didn't vibe with it, especially after playing a few bets and it not even giving me a minimum win of any kind. My favorite, by far, is the Casper machine—not just because I doubled my money on it, but because that’s the name of the main character in my book, "Under the Lifeguard’s Watch." When I flew back home, I was a little sad to leave, but I know this isn't the end of my GLOW story, or my friendship with the ladies of GLOW, especially my bestie, Hollywood.


Hollywood & Lightning along with the fantasy cast of GLOW, 2024

Not many people can say that their childhood idols are their friends as adults, but that’s exactly how my life played out.


With all that said, here are some little-known facts about the show that I’ve learned over the years, some good and some a little unsavory. I thought this would be a perfect place to share them, especially for those who claim that GLOW wasn’t a "real" promotion or try to diminish the incredible contribution the show and personalities involved brought to the world of wrestling:

  • The director, who massively influenced the show's creative direction, treated production more like a TV or film series. This is why you saw it in a season-to-season format with very few, if any, live "house shows."

  • The producers and director kept a super tight leash on the wrestlers. After the initial trainer left, they deliberately avoided bringing in external trainers. The first twelve girls, by the way, were trained by a pro, Mondo Guerrero. And get this: they actually got paid to learn professional wrestling back in 1985, at a time when so many others were emptying their savings or offering "favors" just to learn the sport!

  • This decision to control access stemmed from a desire to keep the cast from fully understanding the show's real popularity and scale. They literally withheld fan mail and even went as far as making sure the show didn't air in the Las Vegas area to further keep the ladies in the dark. Talk about sneaky!

  • David McLane’s original vision for GLOW was to build a legitimate wrestling promotion. However, Matt Cimber’s strong influence injected a distinct campiness that, in the end, totally overshadowed McLane’s more serious concept. This was compounded by the fact that the primary revenue source and trademark owner also owned the associated advertising sponsors, and he definitely favored Cimber over McLane.

  • The wrestlers were recruited through open casting calls. These calls attracted a fascinating mix: actresses, strippers, softball players, and yes, even call girls. The director and writers had very specific character visions, aiming to showcase women of all shapes and sizes. These characters were either completely original, inspired by other wrestling promotions, pulled from contemporary news events or adapted from classic Hollywood or pop culture narratives.

  • Sadly, with such a large ensemble of attractive women, those in positions of power sometimes exploited the situation by isolating cast members. This, unfortunately, led to an environment where a personal "harem" was established within the cast. While many resisted, others felt compelled to comply with the demands of these men. Such practices were, regrettably, pretty common in Las Vegas entertainment at the time, mirroring the widespread "casting couch" phenomenon in other parts of the industry. As a musical theater performer myself, I encountered similar situations on several occasions. It’s hard to blame ambitious individuals who saw a quick path to advance their careers, though tragically, this accelerated path didn't materialize for everyone who attempted it.

  • GLOW was truly a unique wrestling program that built a legendary cult following. At the time, there were no other ladies' wrestling shows,or even nationally televised women's matches on the larger promotions. Interest in the ladies' division in WWF had declined after Wendi Richter left and when GLOW burst onto the scene, it sparked a resurgence of women's wrestling that didn't involve the cookie-cutter "butch" bodybuilder types that came before it. It was eye-catching, full of glitter, and completely broke the mold of ladies' promotions that were gritty or involved mud, Jell-O or oil. When David McLane left GLOW and founded POWW, it appeared to be more of a genuine wrestling promotion than a television production, but it ultimately proved to be short-lived.


The GLOW wrestlers' often-criticized lack of refined training cannot be solely attributed to them, as they were denied adequate opportunities to learn. They did not have the benefit of dedicated training camps. Instead, they were assessed during auditions based on their ability to convincingly "sell" pain, execute moves they hadn't been properly taugh, and their susceptibility to injuries. Several cast members slated for Season 3 never appeared on television due to injuries; for instance, "Jailbait" suffered a blown knee and "Queenie" broke her collarbone during practice. Injuries arose not only from insufficient training, where cast members trained each other or emulated male wrestlers seen on TV, but also sometimes from improperly set up rings. Furthermore, the GLOW ring was not a standard wrestling ring; it featured carpet padding beneath the canvas, which likely contributed to different impact dynamics.


After their time with GLOW, several women pursued other career opportunities. Tina Ferrari, for instance, transitioned to WWF as Ivory, while Hollywood and Lightning competed on the independent wrestling circuit. Some also had brief stints wrestling in Japan. Taking their careers a step further, some of the former GLOW ladies, including Hollywood, Lightning and Tulsa, became stuntwomen.


Several former GLOW members have unfortunately exaggerated their contributions, attempting to diminish the efforts of some of the hardest-working wrestlers, some they have never actually worked with. Within the wrestling community, I've learned that true professionals do not tolerate such behavior. Negative comments are best kept private, as the wrestling world is tightly connected, and many individuals, no matter how little they worked, are highly regarded. While Hollywood and Daisy will always be my top favorites, I also have a deep fondness for many other wrestlers, not just GLOW girls.


So that's it, my long and drawn out story of how I became a fan of GLOW and what it meant to me. Call me a freak, I don't care, no matter how many years have passed, those 4 seasons of GLOW are still magical to me. I could ramble on for days and it seems that I already have.


So, what about you? Did GLOW spark something for you, too? Maybe a love for glitter, a fascination with quirky characters or just a deep appreciation for entertainment that dared to be different? I'd absolutely love to hear your own GLOW stories, your favorite wrestlers or even just your fondest 80s memories in the comments below!


If you've enjoyed taking this trip down memory lane with me, and if my sparkly tales brought a smile to your face, consider supporting my ongoing journey. Every little bit helps me keep these memories alive, share new adventures and maybe even get to that next GLOW reunion or bring another fun story to life. You can find ways to contribute to my creative endeavors right here on my blog. Your support truly means the world and helps me continue sharing these personal passion projects. Thanks for reading and may your life be filled with as much glitter and glorious madness as a GLOW match!

Friday, July 11, 2025

Carol Brady: The Mom We All Secretly Wished We Had (And Florence Henderson, The Woman Who Made Her Real)

 

Nestled in the sun-drenched hills of Southern California suburbia, there stood a house. Not just any house, mind you, but the iconic split-level facade of The Brady Bunch. From 1969 to 1974, this fictional abode was home to Carol Brady, Mike Brady and their delightfully chaotic brood. But let’s be real, while the whole family was fun, it was Carol, played by the unforgettable Florence Henderson, who really stole the show.

Growing up, after school, weekends and during summer, I spent countless hours glued to the TV, watching reruns of old TV shows, including the iconic the Brady Bunch. I'd sit there in front of our old Zenith console television, wide-eyed, wondering if other moms were actually like Carol. Mine definitely wasn't. My mom was different than any other mothers I'd seen on TV or in real life, don't get me wrong there wasn't anything wrong with that, it's just that she had a bit more... spice. Carol? Carol was the epitome of calm, collected and eternally loving. It made me wonder, was this even possible? Was this the standard of motherhood I was missing?

Florence Henderson, who graced us with her talent until her passing on November 24, 2016, at the age of 82, truly embodied the heart of the Brady household. With six kids, a husband and a housekeeper (Alice, bless her soul), it could have been a madhouse. Yet, Carol navigated it all with grace, humor and an endless supply of unconditional love. She was the mom who always had the right advice, a comforting hug and a warm smile, no matter what shenanigans the Brady kids were up to.

And oh, the shenanigans! Remember Greg's teenage angst, Peter's scheming or little Bobby's "pesky" antics? And the girls, Marcia's melodrama, Jan's insecurities and Cindy's adorable but sometimes irritating questions. Carol took it all in stride. In the pilot episode, she seamlessly blended her "three very lovely girls" with Mike’s "three boys of his own." A smooth transition like that? Highly unlikely in real life, then or now. But that was the magic of The Brady Bunch. It was a delightful escape, a cozy and often unrealistic ideal of familial bliss.

Carol Brady represented the mom we all secretly wished we had or at least reminded us of the ones we were lucky to have. She nurtured, she listened and she made her kids feel comfortable talking about anything. This, I think, is why she remains one of the most beloved TV mothers in pop culture history. She wasn’t just a character; she was a symbol of warmth, understanding and the kind of parental connection we all crave.

The show's theme song said it all: "this group must somehow form a family." And Carol was the glue that held it all together. Her smile, her sense of humor and her unwavering love created a safe space for her kids. You felt like if Carol Brady was your mom, everything would be alright.

Florence Henderson brought such depth and authenticity to the role. She made Carol more than just a character; she made her an icon. She made her real, even in the unreal world of 70s sitcoms. Her portrayal touched the hearts of millions and continues to resonate with new generations of viewers.

So, what are your favorite Carol Brady moments? Did she remind you of your own mom or was she the mom you wished you had? Remember the commercials Florence did featuring the fried chicken she made with a popular cooking oil? Did you ever wish, much like myself, that you could actually taste her chicken to see how good it really was? Share your thoughts in the comments below! And if you've been enjoying these little trips down memory lane, maybe you could lend a bit of support to keep these stories coming. Just a little something helps keep the memories alive, you know?


Saturday, June 28, 2025

A Childhood Obsession with Garbage Pail Kids! (And Why I Never Had Them)


Hey there, fellow nostalgics! Today, I’m taking a little detour from the usual grind. My book, Under the Lifeguard's Watch, is still calling my name and Casper and Soren are really pushing me to get their story just right. And while Saturdays are typically reserved for my beloved Saturday TV memories (hello, Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling!), I've got so much on my plate right now that a GLOW post will have to wait for another day. Saturday GLOWcase will be back, I promise!

But today, I just had to talk about something that was a massive part of my childhood wants, a true relic of the 80s that drove some parents absolutely bonkers and kept teachers on a constant hunt for contraband: Garbage Pail Kids. Now, before you start picturing my own childhood collection, let me clarify: I never actually got Garbage Pail Kids as a kid. I knew better than to even ask Mama. Daddy's reaction was a dismissive wave and a pronouncement that they were "stupid" and that baseball cards were a far superior investment. He even started a collection for me, which I mostly ignored, more interested in the cute players than the stats. Daddy eventually took them away from me and continued collecting cards throughout the years. I think Becki still has Daddy's card collection. As for Garbage Pail Kids, much like every other kid showing theirs off, they likely would have been confiscated by my teachers anyway. So, while I didn't own them, their legend definitely loomed large in my late elementary school years.

Do you remember those wonderfully disgusting trading cards and stickers? Man, they were everything to a 10 year old! Released by Topps back in 1985, these bad boys were a hilarious and utterly gross parody of the incredibly popular Cabbage Patch Kids. While Cabbage Patch dolls were all about sweetness and adoption, GPKs were their ugly, booger-picking, eyeball-popping counterparts. And we absolutely loved them!

The creative minds behind these masterpieces were Mark Newgarden and the legendary Pulitzer Prize-winning cartoonist Art Spiegelman, among others. The main creative artist, John Pound, truly brought these characters to life with his perfectly grotesque illustrations, and he had a fantastic team helping him out, including talents like Tom Bunk, James Warhola and Jay Lynch.

They were all the rage, and it felt like every kid in the cafeteria and on the playground was trading them and showing off their latest finds. But, as you can imagine, something so delightfully rebellious wasn’t going to fly everywhere. Schools all over started banning them left and right. I remember the constant threat of confiscation; it was like a secret mission just to bring them to school! And then, of course, the inevitable happened: the creator of the Cabbage Patch dolls slapped Topps with a lawsuit. It was a whole big thing, but it honestly just made them even cooler to us kids.

From the iconic Adam Bomb, whose head literally explodes, to the delightfully morbid Ghastly Ashley, there were over 600 cards released across 16 different series. And get this – they were produced in tons of countries, so kids all over the world got to revel in their gross-out glory. What was really neat was that most cards came in two versions, "a" and "b," with the only difference being the name of the character. So, you'd have, say, Nasty Nick and Evil Eddie, both featuring the same awesome artwork. It added another layer to the collecting craze, trying to get both versions of your favorites!

While they had their heyday, GPKs definitely faded from the mainstream for a while. But here’s the cool part: they started making a comeback in 2003 and Topps has even re-released some of the original series for special anniversaries. You can now find them in their "Chrome" edition, released in 2023. And for those of you who held onto our childhood treasures, well, you might be sitting on a goldmine! Recent auctions on eBay have shown just how much some of these can be worth. I saw one Nasty Nick sell for an astonishing $8,049! And his other identity, Evil Eddie, a little behind but still going for an eye popping $2,224. Of course, these are definitely rare cases, but it just goes to show you that if you still have your old Garbage Pail Kids tucked away somewhere, you never know – they just might be worth a pretty penny. It makes me wish I hadn't spent my extra money on tapes, candy and gum!

So, what are your Garbage Pail Kids memories? Did your teachers confiscate them? Did your parents think they were a waste of money? Share your stories in the comments below! And if you enjoy these little trips down memory lane, or if you're just looking for more unique content, consider chipping in a little something to keep this blog going. Every bit helps me dedicate more time to these fun dives and, of course, stay tuned for more updates regarding my progress on getting Under the Lifeguard's Watch out into the world for Casper and Soren!


Wednesday, June 11, 2025

Time Capsule 1969: Digging Deep into a Year of Massive Change and Groovy Vibes


Hey everyone, Adrian Duarte here! Let's take a wild ride back to 1969. This wasn't my era either, but I'm absolutely fascinated by it. There's just something about 1969—it feels like a cultural explosion, a year of incredible highs and some heartbreaking lows, all wrapped up in a truly transitional time. So, let's grab our virtual time machines and dive deep into everything that made 1969 unforgettable.

Cost of Living in '69

Okay, first off, can we talk about the cost of living? It's mind-blowing! The average yearly income was $9,433 and minimum wage was just $1.60 per hour. A new home? A "whopping" $27,900. An 18-inch color TV was $288, a Polaroid camera $23.68, Foster Grant sunglasses $1.68 and a postage stamp $0.06. Gas was $0.35 a gallon, a movie ticket $1.42 and a whole pound of Oreo cookies? Only $0.51! Just imagine what you could have bought with that income compared to now.

Popular Books of 1969
The literary scene was incredible. We had "Slaughterhouse-Five" by Kurt Vonnegut, "I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings" by Maya Angelou, "The Godfather" by Mario Puzo, "The Andromeda Strain" by Michael Crichton and "The Left Hand of Darkness" by Ursula K. Le Guin. What a lineup! Each of these books left a huge mark on literature and still resonates today.

Billboard Hits That Defined the Year
Oh, the music! The airwaves were filled with "Sugar, Sugar" by The Archies, "Aquarius/Let the Sunshine In" by The 5th Dimension, "I Can't Get Next to You" by The Temptations, "Honky Tonk Women" by The Rolling Stones, "Everyday People" and "Hot Fun in the Summertime" by Sly & The Family Stone, "Dizzy" by Tommy Roe and "I'll Never Fall in Love Again" by Tom Jones. This soundtrack is pure joy and speaks volumes about the era.

Top News That Shook the Nation
Richard M. Nixon was president, with Spiro T. Agnew as vice president. The U.S. population was about 202.7 million and the world population was around 3.6 billion. Tragedy struck when a rocket accidentally detonated on the USS Enterprise in Pearl Harbor, killing 27 and injuring over 300. Golda Meir became Israel's first female prime minister. The horrific Sharon Tate murders by Charles Manson's followers shocked the nation. But there was also triumph! "The Eagle has landed!" Apollo 11 made it to the moon and Neil Armstrong took his first steps, watched by 500 million worldwide. Finally, the Chappaquiddick incident with Ted Kennedy created a huge national scandal.

Pop Culture Moments That Changed Everything
The Beatles gave their last public performance on the roof of Apple Records and released "Abbey Road," a masterpiece. John Lennon and Yoko Ono got married. Woodstock brought half a million people together for a weekend of peace and music. Willie Mays hit his 600th career home run. And let's not forget the premieres of "Scooby-Doo," "The Brady Bunch," and "Sesame Street!" Pop culture was on fire!

Sports Highlights of 1969
The NY Mets won the World Series, the Kansas City Chiefs won the Pro Football title, the Boston Celtics took the NBA Championship and the Montreal Canadiens won the Stanley Cup. Rod Laver and Ann Haydon Jones won at Wimbledon, UCLA Bruins won the NCAA Basketball Championship and Texas Longhorns won the NCAA Football Championship. Steve Owens won the Heisman Trophy, George Archer won the PGA Masters, Majestic Prince won the Kentucky Derby and Mario Andretti won the Indy 500.

Top TV Shows
"Rowan & Martin's Laugh-In," "The Red Skelton Hour," "Gunsmoke," "Marcus Welby, M.D.," "Here's Lucy," "Bonanza," "Mayberry R.F.D.," "Walt Disney's Wonderful World of Color," "Family Affair," and "The Doris Day Show" dominated TV screens. These shows offered a mix of comedy, drama and family entertainment that defined the era.

Oscar Winners of 1969
"Midnight Cowboy" won Best Picture. John Wayne won Best Actor for "True Grit," Maggie Smith won Best Actress for "The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie," Gig Young won Best Supporting Actor for "They Shoot Horses, Don't They?," and Goldie Hawn won Best Supporting Actress for "Cactus Flower." A star-studded year!

Popular Toys and Cars
Kids loved G.I. Joe, telescopes, Knit-O-Matic, Betsy Wetsy doll, Corgi die-cast vehicles, Wham-O Shrink Machine, Barbie and Lite-Brite. And the cars! Classics like the Chevrolet Chevelle, Dodge Charger, Ford Mustang, Pontiac GTO, Pontiac Grand Prix, Chevrolet Camaro and Plymouth Road Runner were cruising the streets.

The Magazine Scene
TV Guide featured "The Mod Squad," Life covered the Apollo 11 mission, Sports Illustrated showcased the World Series and Lew Alcindor, Time delved into the Chappaquiddick incident, Tiger Beat spotlighted Bobby Sherman and Circus magazine featured Frank Zappa. These magazines captured the essence of the era perfectly.

1969 was a whirlwind of events, culture and change. It was a year of contrasts—amazing achievements alongside tragic moments. I've had an incredible time exploring this year with you all. What strikes you most about 1969? Share your thoughts in the comments! And if you loved this deep dive and want more explorations into different eras, or if you're feeling generous and want to support my historical adventures, a small contribution would be greatly appreciated—it helps keep this blog going! Stay retro!


Sunday, May 18, 2025

GenX Dreams Deferred: The Stuff We Yearned For (But Never Got)


Remember the ache? That deep, yearning feeling for something you just had to have as a kid, something all the other kids seemed to possess with effortless ease? For my sister Becki and me, growing up GenX with baby boomer parents, that feeling was a constant companion. Our worlds, it seemed, were separated by a chasm wider than just a few years on the calendar.

Our folks, bless their hearts, operated on a different wavelength entirely. They didn't quite grasp the social currency woven into the fabric of our childhood – the unspoken hierarchy dictated by the logos on our sneakers or the labels peeking out from our jeans. My mama, with her down-to-earth wisdom, would declare, "If someone doesn't like you for your shoes, they ain't worth your time." And while there's a beautiful truth to that, in the suburban Florida landscape of our youth, K-Mart kicks and hand-me-downs often placed you squarely on the lower rungs of the playground pecking order and in middl and high school, dictated who your friends were.

Looking back, it's a wonder we navigated those years at all. What we didn't realize until adulthood was the tightrope our parents walked financially. Mayonnaise sandwiches for dinner weren't a quirky culinary choice; they were often the stark reality of a paycheck stretched thinner than day-old bread. Mama would cry while she slathered mayo on sandwich bread while Becki and I were saying we loved mayonnaise sandwiches, or as I called them "bandaid" sandwiches as the word mayonnaise never rolled off my tongue as easily as it did for others. Grilled cheese, made with that legendary government cheese so many of us remember with a strange fondness, felt like a feast. We were oblivious, in our innocent childhood, thinking it was all perfectly normal, while Mama carried a silent burden, especially on those days when Daddy's payday vanished before he even made it home, thanks to the calling of the greyhounds at the track or a few rounds for him and strangers at the local bar across the bay. No bitterness lingers now, just a quiet understanding that their own upbringings likely cast long shadows. I do often remember there was never a shortage of coffee and cigarettes in our home though, even before they switched to generic brands.

Despite the financial constraints, Becki and I harbored a deep love for browsing in stores. Even without the promise of a purchase, the brightly lit aisles and neatly arranged merchandise held a certain magic. We both also loved looking at sales papers and catalogs that would find their way in our home. But as we grew older, the stark contrast between what we had and what others flaunted became impossible to ignore. The requests started – for name-brand clothes, for the coveted toys and even cereal advertised on TV. Mama was a master of deflection, the "maybe for your birthday" or the hopeful whisper of "maybe Santa will bring it." Daddy, however, was a brick wall of "NO," a definitive end to any and all negotiation. If it was something he deemed frivolous or, heaven forbid, expensive – like Becki's teenage yearning for a pair of Nikes – he'd dissect the absurdity of the cost with anyone who dared to listen. (Bless her resourceful GenX heart, Becki eventually earned the money herself for those Nikes. Take that, Dad!) BTW, even though she paid with them with her own money, he still made it a topic of conversation.

The move to Florida amplified the brand consciousness. Gone were the days in Mobile where shoes were just shoes and clothes were simply clothes. Suddenly, the K-Mart tag was a scarlet letter, while kids sporting Gayfers, JC Penney and even the slightly more aspirational Sears and Montgomery Wards were the cool kids. This brings to mind my buddy Stig and the infamous Payless shoes his mean-spirited mom, Barb, bought him – a story I’ve shared before about ill-fitting footwear and public humiliation.

As the years marched on, pop culture seeped into our young lives like a persistent tide, while our parents remained anchored in their own generational experiences. Mom did eventually grasp the memo, realizing that Becki couldn't navigate high school in whatever happened to be on the sale rack at K-Mart. I vividly recall one back-to-school shopping trip at the sprawling University Mall in Pensacola, when University Mall was actually the largest mall in Pensacola. Becki disappeared into the dressing room of a trendy store called "Rita's," and Mama and I perched on a little bench in the center. The moment Mama lit up a Winston 100 and took her first couple of drags, a saleslady swooped in, a look of horror on her face, demanding she extinguish it immediately. Ever the rebel, Mama pointed to the ashtray beside her (which probably wasn't an ashtray at all), flicked her ash onto the floor and stubbed out her cigarette with a defiant huff just as Becki emerged with an armful of clothes. "COME ON," Mama declared, grabbing the chosen garments and dropping them into the floor before marching us out of the store, leaving a bewildered Becki in our wake. To be fair, indoor smoking was still somewhat commonplace then, but even I knew lighting up in a clothing store was a questionable move, I mean, who wants to buy clothes where one can smoke?

That year, though, Mama did come through, for me, in her own unique way. She unearthed a pattern and some fabric at Moores and sewed me a couple of pairs of "Jams" shorts. I genuinely loved those shorts; they were comfy and cool in their own homemade way. I never did own a real pair of Jams, though. By the time I had my own money, the moment had passed. Still, every now and then, I stumble upon the Jams website and feel a nostalgic tug and am tempted to buy a few pairs, even if the current patterns don't quite capture the magic of the originals.

There were those perennial requests, the things we yearned for year after year, met with parental bewilderment. This isn't a comprehensive list of all the longed-for treasures, but a few stand out in the hazy landscape of childhood desires:

A BMX or Mongoose bike: "You have one already!" though in reality, a Huffy is not the same even though it would get you from point A to B just the same.

Name-brand sneakers (Nike, Adidas, Pumas – especially those elusive blue suede Pumas in a size 10.5, hint hint): The standard reply was a variation of, "You have perfectly good shoes already!"

Cereal: Becki loved Cap'n Crunch and mama would usually buy it but I never cared for it and wanted Frosted Flakes because "They're GREAT!" but Mama would always point out she is buying Corn Flakes which are the same....no mom, they aren't. 

Clothing from mall stores: "You have a closet full of clothes you haven't even worn yet!" Mama was a strategic clearance shopper, often buying out-of-season clothes in larger sizes, practicality trumping style every time. And her classic line, "I could make that cheaper at home," while occasionally true (hello, Jams!), usually wasn't.

Decent haircuts: Oh, the dreaded dining room haircuts! Thirty to forty-five minutes of forced stillness, the incessant snip snip and the horrifying reveal of yet another bowl cut. I lived with haircuts that Mama could have saved time on by just putting a salad bowl on my head and cutting around until the day my daddy took my to Fantastic Sams in the 6th grade, where I chose a "spike" from a magazine with Billy Idol on the cover, his looked much better than mine. Becki, with her long hair, fared better with quick trims. Like seriously, Mama wanted to be a beautician like her mom and my awesome Aunt Beverly but never managed to get into beauty school. But Mama did have one hairstyling superpower: perms. She could create the most glorious curls and actually had random ladies in our dining room receiving a Lilt or whatever brands of perms were the thing back then. Meanwhile in the modern day of today, on my own hair, or shall I say my hairpieces, I still wrestle with a curling iron and rollers, a skill that eluded me despite Mama's expertise.

Cool sodas: Only if they were on sale and cheaper than the generic brand. End of discussion.

Cabbage Patch Kids: Apparently, those were strictly "for girls."

Garbage Pail Kids: I knew better than to ask Mama. Daddy's reaction was a dismissive wave and a pronouncement that they are stupid and baseball cards were a far superior investment. He even started a collection for me, which I mostly ignored, more interested in the cute players than the stats. Daddy eventually took them away from me and continued collecting cards throughout the years. I think Becki still has daddy's card collection. As for Garbage Pail Kids, much like every other kid showing theirs off, they likely would have been confiscated by my teachers anyway.

Records and tapes, especially anything by Madonna: While occasional musical gifts did materialize, they were rare. Becki, ever the savvy one, joined the RCA tape club in the 6th or 7th grade and kept her account in good standing. I, along with my partner in crime Stig, gamed the RCA/BMG and Columbia House clubs for all they were worth, signing up repeatedly for the freebies with zero intention of paying. Stig even made a business of his free tapes and records. Our parents simply didn't understand that the radio didn't play all the good songs.

Barbie: Another toy deemed exclusively for the fairer sex.

Light Brite: Becki had one, a casualty of Mama's vacuum cleaner after a rogue peg incident. When I dared to ask for my own, Mama simply suggested I inquire with my sister as to why that wouldn't be happening.

Coloring books: "You have some at home," or "I have a lot of typing paper at home you can color on."
It's a funny thing, looking back. Television, magazines and the burgeoning world of media became our windows into a pop culture our parents often seemed oblivious to. Now, scrolling through my Instagram feed, I find a tribe of fellow GenXers who not only remember those coveted items but continue to celebrate the nostalgia.

What about you? What were the must-have items of your childhood that remained just out of reach? What generational gaps did you experience? Share your stories in the comments below – I'd love to hear them! And hey, if you happen to stumble upon a cool pair of new blue suede Puma in a men's 10.5 that's just gathering dust on a shoe store shelf...well, let's just say a fellow GenXer with a lifelong longing would be eternally grateful. Just a thought!


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