DO YOU DIG THE B-52'S?
Forgive me, but I didn’t recognize them without their hair. Minus those awesome creations that are equal parts Towering Inferno and laundromat leftovers, Kate Pierson and Cindy Wilson—two out of three B-52’s who lounged around their manager’s office—were simply petite, friendly girls who talked funny.
DO YOU DIG THE B-52'S? MESOPOTAMIAN ARTIFACTS FOUND ON PARTY BEACH
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Toby Goldstein
Forgive me, but I didn’t recognize them without their hair. Minus those awesome creations that are equal parts Towering Inferno and laundromat leftovers, Kate Pierson and Cindy Wilson—two out of three B-52’s who lounged around their manager’s office—were simply petite, friendly girls who talked funny. Kate’s been in charge of the desk, planning to conquer the world by making up the world’s biggest guest list. ‘I love lists,” she drawled, with an evil gleam in her blue eyes, but that you could have guessed from the epic tale of “52 Girls” and all the Betty Crocker variations in “Cake.” Kate’s real hair, a shock of perm growing longer by the minute, is a bright carroty color.