"Mother gave me my first perm when I was eleven months old, under one of those old stand-up octopus-armed permanent wave machines. Mother was movie-struck, you see. She kept the beauty shop stocked with current movie magazines, was nuts about Fred Astaire, Ginger Rogers, and Shirley Temple, and wanted me to have a full head of bouncy sausage curls, just like Little Miss Broadway. And I never existed without a perm until I was well into my forties."Why do you keep a perm in your hair?" my beautician asked me one day.
"Can you exist without one?" I responded, utterly amazed."
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