Back in the ’80s, Molly Ringwald inspired us all to sew our own prom dresses and to lust after the hot senior, even though he had a girlfriend and we’d barely spoken. Um, thanks? Luckily, Molly has some much better life advice to share in her new book, Getting the Pretty Back: Friendship, Family, and Finding the Perfect Lipstick. Molly recently turned 40 and is now a mother of three, and in the book she shares lots of hilarious personal anecdotes. After the jump, The Frisky sits down with Molly and finds out her thoughts on crossing the 40-line, why being a redhead is awesome, and why she still would choose Blane over Duckie. Keep reading »
The following is an excerpt from Getting the Pretty Back: Friendship, Family, and Finding the Perfect Lipstick by Molly Ringwald — yes, THAT Molly Ringwald — which is on stands today.
When I was seven years old, I was a tall leggy kid with short shaggy hair and permanently stubbed toes, and for a good deal of time I sported a woman’s stocking (my mother’s) attached to the top of my head with two precisely crisscrossed bobby pins. This seemed to be, in my seven-year-old brain, the best solution as to how to exist in California in the seventies with a gorgeous blue-eyed older sister with long blond hair. I was sure that she knew how it tortured me as I lay on the bed and watched her brush her long straight tresses, and then flip it back over to have it land on her back, as if in slow motion. I was mesmerized by the perfection of it. It was the perfect color, the perfect weight. It even smelled nice. (Farrah Fawcett Shampoo, which I’m pretty sure was just Herbal Essences with a picture of Farrah stuck on the bottle.) I asked my mother if I could grow my hair out like my sister’s. Keep reading »