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Friday, June 2, 2017




I have had short hair for most of my life.

When I was a kid, I had waist length white-blonde hair and in 6th grade I chopped it off into a blunt bob (pretty ahead of my time, I must say).  I have never had hair past boob-length since then (and if I have it was extensions, which are the worst).  About a year and a half ago, I chopped off all the dead hair and had a super short pixie which was the shortest my hair has ever been.  I actually really thought about just shaving my head because my hair was so damaged.  I hated it.  I cried and cried and counted the days until it grew out.  Once it grew out a couple months, it was not so bad.  I mean, it wasn't bad at all, but I was nuts and freaked out.

I vowed to grow my hair out and not cut it again, but we all know how that goes, especially with me since I change my mind about my hair with the directions of the wind.  My hair has been above bob-length ever since that pixie cut in January of 2016.  And you know what? I love it.

Yesterday I chopped it again.  The new season of House of Cards started and I've always drooled over Claire Underwood, and plus I saw a picture of Michelle Williams on Pinterest and we all know what that does to a girl.  I went for the chop again, and I love it more than ever.  Having short hair is liberating.  It means being free from that security blanket of hair that most women seem to have, and it means being free of the "women are supposed to have long hair" bologna.  I always thought that somehow my life would be better when my hair grew out but alas...it's just hair and it doesn't mean anything.

I remember about 5 years or so ago I wanted to cut my hair and my partner at the time just flat out said "no."  I said, "I'm not asking for your permission" and he kind of lost it.  Needless to say, that relationship didn't work out.  In fact, most men I've dated have had staunch opinions about how a woman's hair should look (they tended to have staunch opinions about pretty much everything) and I've been called a handful of not-so-nice names because I prefer the gamine look.  I'm happy to say that Alex loves my hair short, and would probably love my hair no matter what it looks like because he's a secure person and loves ME.

I was talking to my stylist while she was cutting my hair, and we talked about how on the makeover episodes of America's Next Top Model (definitely quality television) there's always one girl that gets her super long hair lopped off and loses her damn mind.  I found joy yesterday in watching the pieces of hair fall to the floor.  I'm really fascinated by those makeover episodes.  Girls always say they don't feel like themselves with short hair and one even went home because she was supposed to get a haircut like Mia Farrow (hellooooooo, that's the biggest compliment!).  She looked a bazillion times better with short hair, by the way.

Remember when Jennifer Lawrence cut her hair and male-Twitter lost their shit?  "Nice Guys" who hide behind their computer screens everywhere were exclaiming that she was no longer "bangable" because she had short hair.  In actuality, Jennifer Lawrence is one of the most beautiful women alive and if by some grand holy miracle she gave any of those idiots the time of day, they would worship her no matter WHAT her goddamn hair looked like.  But guess what, a woman's appearance does not belong to you, we do not care if you think we are "bangable" and we do not groom ourselves to please the Twitterverse.

Short hair isn't for everyone, and it's always best to be who you want and do whatever you want to your hair (hair is dead keratin fibers...gross).  But don't ever think that you HAVE to have a certain haircut or color because of a boyfriend, girlfriend, family member, celebrity, Twitter nerd, or whomever.  I also encourage every woman to chop her hair off at least once in her life.  You'll look stunning, I promise.


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