Continuing Our Weeklong Tribute To Girls In Curlers: Madge!

No exact dates given for these; they are all from "the 60s."

I long for the days when a weekly trip to the beauty parlor for your bouffant and your manicure was the norm. There is something so ladylike about it, so inherently feminine. Like a right that was taken away from us, somehow.

Doing Her 'Do And A Facial Masque, Too!

1960s

I imagine that this image was snapped as she was having a day of beauty at Elizabeth Arden. Her husband was taking her to dinner at Maxwell's Plum that night, and then afterward, The Fantasticks, and she wanted to look her absolute best.

From 1951: That Crucial Moment When Every American Housewife Realizes That Her Beloved Snookums Is, At Heart, A Low-Down Dirty Dawg

(one of the best double-clickers yet, so don't miss out!)

Take it from the good folks at Dorothy Gray Salon, housewives of America: Jim or Donald or Harold or Ralph have a perfect right, nay, a duty to cheat on you with Miss Veronica Homewrecker down the street if you do not remain the gal he married...in every way!

No wrinkles, no fat, no grey hairs...he married you when you were a cutie, now it's your duty to stay that way. Just as fresh-faced, dainty and unspoiled as the day you said "I Do."

Happy marriages are the burden of the wives, ladies. Call the Dorothy Gray Salon today!

And if all else fails, you can always just rub radioactive dirt on your face and pray for a quick death from some hideous cancer.