I started off wanting to be a pin-up. The craze was at it's peak. Myspace and TFP photographers made this all possible. Armed with bangs and pencil skirts, your everyday girls became Varga Style pin-up models, draping their vintage clad smiles over hot rods, smiling through fishnet stockings, and crimson lips luring you back to this era. I was fascinated, perhaps stupefied by this craze. And that is when this bookworm of a lady decided to bleach her hair, change her na...