A girl has a special relationship with her hair, I don’t think that can be denied. Even when she shaves it off so she doesn’t have to deal with it, she’s still making a statement about it.
There are a lot of women that, once they find that style that flatters them most, keep that style for the rest of their lives. (Or at least for several years, until their hairstylist goes out of business and they’re forced to find someone else who never does it quite the same. You know who I mean.)
There are women who trim their hair themselves for various reasons, including but not limited to frugality, complete lack of funds, or the lack of anyone around them willing to do to their hair what they want done to it.
Some women can change their hair every week, going from super short pixie cuts to shoulder length bob, to extensions that fall to their lower backs, and then back again within the same month! These women either are very skilled hairdressers, or have very skilled hairdressers at their disposal, because I don’t know anyone who can grow their hair that fast. (Wish mine would, though.)
And there are more than just a few women just like me. They pay for an awesome haircut, then neglect to go for trims, letting it grow out until it really starts to look (and behave) horribly, and then…
Get it all chopped off. Very short. So short, you’re unlikely to recognize them.
Some of those women will talk about their upcoming surgical removal from their security blanket, even though it stands to reason that the people who care most about it already know (themselves and their hairdresser of choice). Others will let their haircut sneak ninja style upon their family and coworkers, excusing themselves for a long lunch and coming back as someone completely different.
Oh, you can probably figure out what I’m doing here. I’ve had a rotten week and I didn’t post yesterday, and now I’m babbling on about the haircut I’m about to get in two Saturdays because I have nothing else to talk about and it was fun to draw a picture of a girl with hair and a pair of scissors. You found me out. I’m just going to go back to ignoring the world now, and hopefully I’ll feel better by the time I have to post something else and my content won’t be crap.






