Dazed & Confused Meets Breakfast Club
Category: Style
Stride Rite
Crossing campus can be a tricky affair.
Social circles cross, and conversations must be had.
What’s the tea for ’33?
The old chap on the far left appears to be escaped British royalty, perhaps setting the precedent for Harry and Meghan.
So many sights to see!
Such sweet smiles on the faces of youth as they head into their future.
When You’re Boots Are So Serious, You Can’t Even Smile
Would You Like A Single Or Double Shot Of Whiskey?
Five Days Till Nancy Jo’s Resolution Day
That Classic Christmas Piñata
Even living in Texas, I’ve never heard of hitting a piñata for Christmas. One might lose the bat (or cane, as it were) and fling it into the Christmas tree, making it a holiday to remember.
Today’s images are all Christmas scenes from dorm life at the University of Texas in 1955. Some images were inaccurately labeled, like this one.
Not everyone. Not Carol.
These Spooks don’t seem to be haunting anything.
This girl seems horrified by her friend’s decoration. Thankfully, Santa is supervising.
We see scenes of tree trimming and wrapping paper cutting.
Men topping a diminutive tree.
Late night gift exchanges.
Ah, the excitement of the first tear!
But How Do You Drive To The Party?
Watch Out, Boy; She’ll Chew You Up
Your Move
Miss Landmine Cambodia 2009
I don’t get this at all.
Here we see pageant organizer Morten Traavik helping winner Dos Sopheap with her prize (a titanium leg to replace the one blown to smithereens), which she decided was too uncomfortable to actually utilize. Her fame, however, brought her college sponsorship. Norwegian filmmaker Traavik claimed the pageants “challenge the conventional concepts of beauty” and allow these women opportunities to feel pride as well as earn income. I suppose it’s a not-so-classic case of making lemonade from lemons, but it’s a hard issue to address.
Ike Dresses All The Rage For The Holidays
Before IKE meant “I know, eh?” which sounds soooooo Canadian, Ike meant Dwight Eisenhower, as in the former president. All the boys in his family were called Ike; he was “Little Ike” as the youngest. And who could have imagined one day women would be sitting on a hardwood floor, clapping for him, wearing his nickname all over their flouncy dresses?
Toes Pointed
I Don't Get It 