The fro is fascinating to me.
Maybe it’s because my hair is so straight it actually screeches in defiant pain when forced into a curling iron.
My dad sported a permed fro in the 80s. I think he felt left out in a house of four teenage daughters with gargantuan permed hair and decided to join the fray.
It’s funny that the fro has made a comeback, the bigger the better it seems.
Maybe even the “claw” bangs will make a comeback and vindicate my high school photos for me to my children.