Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Help Wanted

The HHoF, is seeking a new stylist or two to serve our client base.  Do you:

  • INTERESTING people? 
  • Have a passion for 1960s fashion? 
  • A flair for stylistically aware? 
  • Are you a people person who will take one for the team? 
  • And are you reliable, accountable and able photoshop a model with plenty of Kreml?
If so, tell us who you are, how joining the HHoF as a regular contributor will change your life and lead to world peace. 

The HHoF jury will then convene at attention and and judge your petitition. 

If you are selected, you will take the place of our missing in action intern who was last seen cruising Chicago's miracle mile in hopes of snagging a cute Jewish boyfriend.

In return for your efforts you get the chance to publish what you find here, the critically acclaimed Hair Hall of Fame, and free adversting on the the side bar of your personal blog. 

Only fun people need apply.


  1. I would like to apply. I drink, smoke, and my customer service skills suck. I have no patience with people who want something from me. I use Photoscape to crop, retouch, etc. porn pics off the Web, usually masculine guys with erections. Don't have a blog although I've thought about it; I take modern pics and turn them vintage porn. Blogs take a lot of work which I hate. In short I would like to be considered. TB PS I do love animals; they don't whine about bad haircuts. TB

  2. My resume: I'll bite you if you don't hire me.

    Word verification: "dyam"

  3. Beauty is my business. As you may know (if you are one of the 2 people who regularly reads my blog: Moxie Magnus ) that I am the Chief Cosmetology officer aboard the USS Enterprise under (no pun intended) Captain James Kirk. I can work with all types of hair (human, Vulcan, Andorian, even synthetic android hair) and my specialty is the 23rd century up do. I'm a fan of the up-do's of any time period from Antoinette to Winehouse ("Let them eat cake" to "Let's do some coke." so to speak.) I'm a regular commenter here so you may have seen me hanging around the hhof. I love humor and sarcasm, but I'm never (intentionally) mean spirited. Don't worry, my blog is all future so I would keep to the past here--I won't turn your blog into a sci-fi convention, I do that on my own blog. I am from the future so I would have to commute to work. If I were an animal, I would be a rhesus monkey with an incredibly large bouffant and a fashionable clutch purse. I'm excited for the chance to work with such hair luminaries!

  4. Oh and I forgot to mention that I'm a bit of an expert on the Gabors (Magda, Zsa Zsa, Eva and of course mama Jolie).

  5. My vote goes to the one who mixes the best cocktail.

  6. Norma, put the gin down hon. No one is pushing you out. Please don't shoot anyone and throw the body in the pool.

    Besides, did you see the latest group photo?

    We just have an open chair since the interm went missing.

  7. I missed a cock on my tail once.

  8. PS Did I ever mention that I have the same last name as Pee-Wee?

  9. I can assume the position has been filled and that I somehow missed the "Thank you, but no" card you certainly sent out in the mails. (I know those little odd-sized cards often get crushed in the post--not unlike my still beating heart.) I will no longer come by and press my face against the glass hoping you'll notice and say "Oh, did we forget to mention you got the job! How silly of us. come on in!"

    I will, however, continue to cut the hair of the homeless ladies (and gentle-trannies) who litter the stoop in front of the hall. That'll be me shouting my comments from the gutter.

    Humbly yours,
    MOXIE ;-)

  10. We haven't made a decision. There has been all this stuff to deal with compliments to the Health Department since someone told on us that we were nesting real bees in the beehives.

    A decision is so to come.