Ahh the 1950s, when a fella became your boyfriend after one date, you couldn't wear "slacks" to school, and your dad slapped your face like it wasn't no thang. Also, pointy tits in tight sweaters.
Yes, I've been relishing in the 50s hot rod, "bad girl" and general B-movie awesomeness on Netflix.
If only Netflix existed back in the early 2000's when I bore an uncanny resemblance to Traci Lords in Crybaby, not that I needed any more inspiration. Back then my outfit ideas came via Blockbuster and vintage magazines and my holy grail item was a pair of deadstock high waist side zip dungaree capris that actually fit my nonexistent hips.
The Bettie Page bangs and skin tight pencil skirts may have fallen by the wayside, but the eyeliner, lingerie and the rather large pin-up girl tattoo (obviously) have stuck with me since then, in addition to my nostalgia for 50s bad girls.
I watched High School Hellcats (1958) last night, about a prissy new girl in town who is adopted by the local "social club". The shit hits the fan when the head bitch Connie dies..... ooohhhhhh