Hello Angel!

As a gay boy growing up in the 70's, nothing was more glamorous than being a detective at the Charles Townsend Agency.  You got to have great hair, wear sexy clothes (unless you were the 'smart' one and got stuck in the turtleneck), drive a cool car and go on new adventures every week with your two best friends and the old guy who paid for everything.  Charlie's Angels taught me SO many useful life lessons: I learned that problems could always be solved in an hour, a swift karate chop to a bad guy works every time, and it's important to always stay glossed and perfectly feathered in case an evil hypnotist sends you wandering the streets at 4 AM.  Thank you Sabrina, Jill, Kelly and Kris for teaching me that the right outfit can distract a man and get you what you want, and that your girlfriends will always come to the rescue, even if you have to halfway collapse in a seductive, helpless posture until they do.  And thank you Jaclyn Smith for being as sweet in person as I imagined you'd be all those years ago.