A few weeks ago at work the women were all talking about their husbands, like women do at work. The part I heard was them talking about what movie stars their husbands like.

My Beloved Curmudgeon has always told me that he loved me so much he’d never leave me for another woman, unless it was Cher. So I thought I’d throw that into the conversation.

They looked at me in disbelief. I figured their stunned expressions were because no one could believe my husband would leave someone as wonderful as me for anyone!

Since they were all looking at me, I continued.

I told them how he says that every time he sees Cher on TV. I always reply to him that if Cher wants him I would do nothing to stand in their way. I’d find some way to muddle through my grief. Plus, I could use the money.

I thought that was pretty funny, but they just gave half-hearted chuckles and the confused look was still on their faces.

I looked back, ‘What!’ I half-asked, half-demaned.

‘Cher?’ they replied, ‘Cher?’. ‘Yes, Cher’. What was their problem.

‘It’s just that she hasn’t been around in a while’, they replied. I laughed it off, ‘Well, I don’t know if it’s the Disco Cher or the Sonny & Cher he’s talking about’. They didn’t get that either.

I made the mistake of asking who their husband’s liked. ‘Jessica Simpson’. JESSICA SIMPSON!.

I thought to myself, ‘AGHHHHHHH’. I then made a note to myself to never talk to them about this sort of thing again and went back to my office.

Last week the same two little 20-somethings went off to get hair cuts together at lunch. They both came back with the same hair cut and were just ooohing and ahhhing over each others hair and showing everybody at work how cute they looked.

Being me, I had to go out and see what the fuss was about. There they both were with their little hair cuts looking like little dolls. I said, ‘Oh, y’all got Dorothy Hamill haircuts.’

This time I just got a blank stare from both of them. So I repeated myself.

One of them said, ‘What’s that?’

Thinking they might not know how we all used to get Dorothy Hamill haircuts, I explained it to them. They smiled and nodded and then said, ‘Who’s Dorothy Hamill?’

HUH! I told them she was an Olympic skater. One said that was before she was born.

Again, I thought to myself, ‘AAGGGHHHHH’.

I spent the next few minutes going around to the more mature women at work saying things like, ‘Did you have a Dorothy Hamill hairstyle when you were a teenager?’ I needed the reassurance that I hadn’t imagined the whole thing. They all had and I felt better.

Not being one to know when to leave well enough alone, I printed out a picture of myself with the Dorothy Hamill hairdo and took it to work to show them.

That got them! Now they knew that I knew what I was talking about. They really liked it, I could tell. They showed it around to everybody and were amazed. They just couldn’t believe it. And here they thought they had a unique haircut!

They said, ‘You were really pretty when you were young.’

AGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!