Once again the media found itself in a feeding frenzy with the pregnancy and subsequent birth of the new little royal Prince George. I remember thinking to myself, isn't it 2013? As a woman who grew up in the '70s I find it hard to understand why we still look to being a princess as being ideal.
It was the year of the winged bangs and I was hell-bent on having them. Despite being born with a headful of ringlet curls and living in an oppressively humid climate, I wanted to belong. I was 14, it was the '70s, and a world of adolescent males awaited me. That is, if I could tame my damn hair.