When I was 10, i wanted that Farrah Fawcett poster; it was 1977, the year it came out. My parents (or my mom) thought it too provocative for me and so the one i got, if I remember correctly, was of Farrah wearing a blue t-shirt, holding something in her hands that was out of view and staring vacantly at the camera. Looking at it now, i am surprised that the 10 year old me didn't notice that her pronounced nipples. It passed my mom's censor stamp.
Our house was for sale at that time, and when a family came to look at it, their son, my age, looked at the poster and his father said, "The poster doesn't come with the house, Rob." Rob and i became friends after they bought the house. Years later, he had DEVO posters in the same bedroom.
Earlier that Spring, when Charlie's Angels had taken the country by force, my friend The King and i went door to door in our neighborhood under the pretense of collecting magazines... for what, i do not remember. We were hoping to get the Time magazine where the three of them on the cover.
This is odd to recall, like finding a piece of clothing that was yours but in hindsight swear you'd never wear. Girlie posters and magazines have not been part of my cultural palette since then.
i loved the fact that she was married to Lee Majors, because The Million Dollar man was a favorite TV show. It took me years to stop referring to her as "Farrah Fawcett Majors".
And Logan's Run was one of my favorite movies, as i was so into Sci-Fi, and vividly remember her breakthrough performance as the plastic surgeon's assistant.
Thank you, Farrah, for such great childhood memories.
