Imagine. If we’d never declared independence from the British we’d (likely) never have had the south, big hair, tacky sequined vests, and the great American creation — Glamour Shots.
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Oklahoma girl through-and-through. Writer, aspiring domestic goddess and totalitarian dictator. Taking on the world one carb-induced coma at a time. Founder of GodlyGals, a ministry for women established in 2002. Co-host of Picture Shows & Petticoats. 
I got glamor shots done in fifth grade, and my stylist was a six-foot-tall transvestite who talked my mother into letting me pose in a strapless black leather dress they had to secure on my prepubescent body with these great big clamps that, in hindsight, may have been jumper cables. He spent the entire afternoon addressing me as “porky momma”.
Elizabeth! This picture is perfect! I did not think this post could possibly get any better till Lauren’s comment. You both are hilarious ladies!
@Lauren – That could really mess a kid up.
@Elizabeth – To this day I blame any little bit of dysfunction in my life on that afternoon.
But we’d also never have had decent food or proper dentistry, so it all evens out…
My vest was a leatherette in a awful shade of golden pea green.
@Lauren, they used the jumper cables on me too!