Call me a low brow philistine, but I deem this image to be of considerable historical and cultural significance. It captures a moment in time, the sensibility and spirit of 80s hair metal. Better than half the girls I went to high school with had that exact hair. I feel like I know her. I can almost guarantee that in that oversized black leather purse there's a Marlboro Red soft pack, a half empty roll of Mentos, a can of Aquanet, tickets for the Bon Jovi concert next Thursday (with Cinderella as the opening act), and the keys to a 70s Chevy Nova that has Dokken's Under Lock and Key in the cassette deck and a resin encrusted bowl stashed under the drivers seat. Her name may be Megan, or Kelly, or maybe Mary Beth; but whatever it is, I love her, I mean what she represents, this girl with a smile as sublime as the Mona Lisa's. She's my Beatrice, my muse and guide, my teacher . . . my ride to band practice. She's trustworthy and reliable in every way, though she probably has a dangerously young, smoking hot little sister. What make and model guitar do you suppose that is in the foreground? I seem to recall lots of B.C. Rich guitars being yellow. How about the pink one?