We regular yogis were just about ready to hit our mats when the yoginis began talking about the good old days when men were men, girls were girls and shampoos, hair conditioners and dyes weren’t so common.
Out came the old recipes they used - hint of lemon squeezed here, bit of olive oil there - all for that little extra sunshine of sheen. The only man in the room found this puzzling. After the old recipes had been trotted out and put back in the cupboards of their minds, he asked.
“But why?” and they looked at him, puzzled. Everybody knew. It was the way to produce natural glow before Natural Glow – with the added benefit of pioneering frugality.
“But why’d you bother? he asked. “Us guys weren’t looking at your hair. Imagine me starting up a barbie with mates and saying: ‘Hey fellas – took out this beaut sheila last night. Boy did she have all the bells and whistles, but you know the best thing? Sheen mate, sheen.”
Women who’ve lived through those times and whose hair and personalities are still rich, always enjoy a good laugh. Especially when the only sheen in the room now shines from the man’s bald dome…