Farrah Fawcett serves as the archetypal blonde goddess for millions of American men through the 70s. Her famed poster graced bedroom walls in every state on the union, except for mine. I was never a CHARLIE’S ANGELS fan. Kate Jackson wasn’t my second choice after Farrah, because I wanted none of the ‘Angels’. The entire premise of the show was an affront to my punk mentality. Wait a second. I take that back. I did like Jacylyn Smith. Maybe more than like, but I can’t recall ever having sought comfort with any fantasies after the lights were out in my bed, then again this isn’t about Jacylyn Smith.
I saw Farrah once in New York. She was at a movie theater with Ryan O’Neal. The two were so glamorous. I wished I could have been either of them. Probably more Farrah than Ryan.
She shall be missed by every male of my generation.
At least the straight ones.