Pamela. How can we ever forget that image of her running down the beach alongside Hasselhof. It was something about the angles of her bathing suit, something about the way she nestled the buoy under her… arms. It was something about her hair, bouncing in the late afternoon sun like a thousand blonde whispers. Well – she may have retatined some of those other qualities, but the hair? Uh-uh. That’s gone.