Hair

I hate having long hair. I know it's a woman's glory and all that. And that, according to Rachel S., long and unbound hair is (right after blue-jeans) one of the biggest turn-ons to the opposite sex.

But I do hate it. Especially right now in this medium inbetween stage, where the layers are growing out. It pulls down flat. It clings itches the back of the neck. It looks like a freakin' mullet. I want to take scissors and chop it all off in one fell swoop. Except that that wouldn't look so good, either -- the hairdressers all agree I need a layered cut to have a decently framed face, and my own experience confirms this).

Then there's the psychological impact of the whole mess. Aside from being damnedly uncomfortable, long hair says, "young and girly!" It makes me feel 14. And probably like a homeschooler, too. You notice how so many of the girls who graduated last semester got short haircuts? It's POWER, I tell you! I want my old haircut back, the clipped and layered one that makes me feel 22 and sharp and professional. :(

But keeping up a decent short haircut takes money, which I really don't have. So I'm bobby-pinning and headband-scarfing and clipping this whole mess into order as best I can, and hoping it gets a bit more manageable as it gets longer.

Hair, hair, and more hair...yay.