Sometimes I do things that I really don't think through. Thankfully it usually works out ok, and yesterday was no exception. Since Kane got his hair cut last week I've been jonesing to snip off my own split ends and have a mini makeover. My hair is just, ugh. It'd be cool if it was either all curls, or all straight, but it's a lot of both. It just hangs, and I have to really fight with it to make it presentable enough to wear down. Usually I give up the fight and put it in a clip or that half-assed ponytail-only-pulled-halfway-through-the-holder thing that resembles a wierd bun.
Anyway, yesterday morning I was tired of fighting. I got up and looked in the mirror and actually said out loud, "ewww.". So I got in the car and drove to the nearest Great Clips, where before I could even second guess myself, I was being led to the chair of a man named Boris who barely spoke english and immediately began to comb my hair into sections and clip them up. He grabbed the scissors and started to begin, and I hadn't even told him what I wanted yet! Stop Boris, you're ruining me! Nooooooo!
I guess he saw the look of horror on my face or the beads of sweat on my forehead, because he slowed his approach and practically whiospered in broken english, "Whaddayou wann?". I told him to cut it to my shoulders, long enough so I could still put it up if I wanted to. In Boris's language, that means "to my chin". He just started cutting away, and with my back to the mirror, the only guage of how he was doing was watching these really long curls float to the floor before my eyes. About 4-5 inches long. I was starting to feel like Jo in Little Women. Except I wasn't selling my hair to save my family. Lisa and mom are doing just fine without my follicles' help, thank you very much.
Finally, Boris spun the chair around and I looked at myself, and I felt better. It wasn't as bad as I was anticipating. Yeah, it was too short, but I could definitely get used to it. This got me thinking, even if the cut sucked so bad and I was really upset, why would it be such a huge deal? People always seem so afraid to look bad, and having fucked up hair is enough to make a few girls I know cry like a kid at summer camp. Hair grows back. Why are people so afraid to change it? Oh yeah, Keri Russell lost her career over her haircut. Oh well, she just wasn't any good to begin with so who cares.