Hair! It’s the bane of my existence. I’ve always thought, in fact, that if everyone were bald, I’d be better off, that it would level the playing field. Cuz I. Hate. My. Hair. It’s as fragile as tissue paper and as straight as a pool cue. I wore it long and parted down the middle hippy style until I was about 19. But since then I’ve tried everything under the lava lamp. There were the perms that made me look like an amped up poodle, the Farah Fawcett wanna be look, the so what if my hair looks as if it was shaped around a bowl look, and my personally most dreaded…the urine yellow do of ‘09.
I’m not sure what any of this tells us, but I’ve noticed after some consideration that I can guess a woman’s age with considerable accuracy by seeing no more than a silhouette of her hair. Plus I’ve been told that the older a woman gets the shorter her hair becomes. Hmmm… What does THAT mean? Note to reader: right now my hair is pretty dang short. But will it stay that way? Only a first rate psychologist can venture a guess. But it seems to me that at some point in a woman’s life she generally settles on a hairstyle and sticks with it until she’s found toes up in her fruit cellar. Is that because she’s discovered the perfect style for her face shape or because she’d rather take a fork in the eye than keep experimenting with her coiffure?
How about you? Have YOU found the perfect hair style? Or does it change with the season? And do you have a favorite that you look back on with wonder and awe? If so why didn’t you stick with it? How bout we initiate a mandate that states every American citizen must keep her head clean shaven or be pelted with tomatoes and old banana peals?
These are just a few ideas I’m tossing out here…but I think they’re pretty good ones.