Cool: Today is throwback-to-the-1950s day at the Globe

The Globe has a front-page story today about Frank McCourt, his wife, their divorce and how LA hates the pair. I must be the only person in Boston not familiar with Frank McCourt's physiognomy, because the Globe didn't mention it at all while highlighting the Missus's features, right there in the lead:

It was 2001, Frank McCourt had just pitched a roomful of businesspeople on his bold dream to buy the Red Sox and turn 24 acres of pavement he owned on the South Boston Waterfront into a state-of-the-art ballpark. Sensing some resistance to the idea, the silver-haired landowner agreed to sweeten the deal, and was about to offer an enticement when his wife, a blond, slender-framed woman with sharp features, cut him off.

What? No details about McCourt's tight butt, chiseled biceps and alabaster skin? Goose, gander and all that, right?

Meanwhile, the Herald proves it knows the true value of blondes with a wink-wink note about Jack E. Robinson's new PR person, who happens to be "a young blonde," nudge, nudge.