Sunset over Arcadia, and REM's "Bad Day" is playing. There's a shot of a spinning mirror ball as Frink comments, "That must have been expensive." I screw up my face, confused, and ask, "A mirror ball?" Frink: "No, the REM song." We see Friedman arrive at the dance with his date, Glenys, who's wearing a fur-trimmed cardigan over her dress. And there's Joan, wearing a cute black dress with a very full skirt and a border of large red flowers. She's also wearing a red bolero jacket over it. It's a nice, vintage look. I like how she dresses, Dr. Who scarves and all, and I love that the teenagers on this show don't all dress like they're trying out to be in Britney Spears's next video or Calvin Klein's next TV commercial. She's wearing her hair down, and pulled back at the sides, but in some shots it kind of looks like it's been badly pin-curled. I wonder, in these days of all manner of newfangled hairstyling appliances, how many of you even know what pin-curls are anymore. I remember in the early '70s, before curling irons were a commonplace consumer item, my mother would make me wet my hair completely, and sit in the bathroom while she wound small hanks of hair around her finger and pinned them to my head with bobby pins. Once my whole head was covered with these little knobs, I'd tie a do-rag over the whole mess and try to sleep on it. Yeah, there's a good night's rest. Then in the morning, if you were lucky, your hair would be dry and curly when the pins were taken out. It was never a very good or even job, though. This would go on the night before class pictures and other such momentous events. I liked having curly or wavy hair, but man, was I happy when curling irons came on the market.