Remember the era of day-glow exercise wear, when all the fabrics looked like they’d been bathed in radiation? True Police Cases magazine circa December 1989 reminds us how insanely hideous the look was, as their cheeky cover star hunts either the man who gave her a painful wedgie, or the hairdresser who committed malpractice on her fringe. As far as the headless dancer mentioned at left goes, we’d pay money to see that. We went to The Nutcracker once, and those dancers were really good, but they had heads. This Iowa dancer must be more than just a shocker—he must be a balletic genius.