I’m growing my hair. I think. I last had it cut about six months ago. It was the third strike and out for that particular hairdresser, and I haven’t found anyone to replace her. Well, I’m replacing her, actually. I have some haircutting shears (they came with the dog grooming kit I bought for Molly) and I am, from time to time, using them. I figure I can fuck my hair up as well as the next stylist and then I only have myself to blame. Plus, my prices are low.
The real question is, however, how long should I go? I love the look of very long hair that I see on celebrities. I fantasize about swinging my shiny, cascading locks like Kyle Richards of The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. Or casually pulling it all back into a ponytail like Bethany Frankel. Then I think about the reality of my hair, which is not glossy black and has never done that cascading thing. And I think about the admonishment we all grew up with: no long hair on older women–
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