It starts again.
Ok, guys, here’s some upsetting news for some of you. After speaking on the phone with Special Effects this morning, we found out that without warning, they’ve decided to “possibly permanently” discontinue Limelight Green. I KNOW. There’s literally nothing we can do about it, EXCEPT…
Manic Panic to the rescue, again. Guys, formula aside, and no kidding, the Amp’d formula IS a LOT longer lasting, lets give Manic Panic points for being AWESOMELY reliable since 7/7/77. Fun story: When Amalthea was a weeee little tot of 13 or 14, she was on vacation visiting a friend from Westchester who had a mom who thought it was ok to let us walk around Washington Square Park by ourselves. It seemed cool at the time, in retrospect, eh, maybe not. Anyway, we were wandering about when we stumbled upon a group of punks. The girls were extreme. This was the 80’s. Mohawks were tall and there was a lot of plaid involved. They had metal in their faces which, at the time, was REALLY unusual. Neither of us were, how can this be put delicately, remotely cool? We were awkward tweeny 80’s girls who loved hair metal and had not a drop of cool or street cred to our name.
The moment I saw those girls, I knew. That’s what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wanted to be weird. I wanted to look like something otherworldly. I wanted to stick out. This group of punks was the coolest thing a young teen from Long Island had EVER SEEN IN HER LIFE. Seriously. So, I went up to the group (oddly enough, I’d never have the balls to do this now, but I was in a cool trance) and asked them where they got their hair dye.
A tall girl with a ring connecting her nose to her ear and brightly colored streaky hair looked down on me from her plaid tower and said, with a heavy valley girl twinge (Valley Girl was THE thing back then. It’s where the still used extraneous “likes” people can’t stop using came from. Look it up, the more you know!) “ugh, Manic Panic or Ricky’s!” Then turned back to her friends.
My friend and I were on a mission. First stop Ricky’s. Have you seen Ricky’s in NYC? It’s intimidating as hell.
There’s SO MUCH GOING ON. No joke, it’s just too much. We couldn’t handle it. We found a phone booth (because those existed) and looked in a PHONE BOOK, because THOSE existed too, and looked up Manic Panic. They used to have a place in the East Village, so off we went. It was small, and dark and crowded, but we could see the dye in the case and Tish and Snooky were at the counter! We didn’t know it at the time, of course, but it was indeed them. We each picked out plum for our first dye jobs ever. Back then it was just “Plum” not plum passion. One of the ladies, I can’t recall, asked “are you gonna bleach it first?” We blanched. That seemed like a huge deal. Bleaching? That was forever. I told them we weren’t sure. They said “c’mon, chicken, do it!” We ended up just buying the dye, and then changing our minds later and buying bleach from a supermarket later. We did a terrible job, we destroyed my friend’s bathroom. We did a bad job rinsing the bleach, and went to the movies smelling of death and chemicals. I shaved a good portion of my head right before we did the dye, so when I got back from vacation, my mom was a little overwhelmed with that change. It was a whole big ball of adventure, but in the end, I had a super purple mohawk and it was the dawn of a new day. My entry into the world of fun hair was via the Manic Panic highway, and I love them for that. After plum, I was alpine green, pillar box red and a whole rainbow of shades before switching over to special effects a few years later. I’ve tried many many brands and in the end, these two are the winners. Since Manic Panic changed its formula to amp’d, things have improved, and they’re constantly doing research to improve, and we have no doubt they’ll succeed. So, there you have it, my little Ode to Manic Panic. Ahhh, memories.Back to the Attic