I don’t know about Samson’s strength coming from his hair but I can one-hundo-p guarantee you that it’s where a woman’s strength most definitely lies. Please excuse my grand generalizations – obviously not all women – maybe it’s just me – but who cares – it’s my brain thats exploding so just go with me. So – back to hair – and women – and power. A woman’s hair is extremely important. It can make or break your day. And if you were born with unchangeable shit hair – it can break your heart – forever. Thank god for weaves and wigs and the magic that can be glued and taped and stapled to your head these days. Staples are okay right?
If a girl is having a good hair day – she can and will rule the world. Good hair day = super hero. Bad hair day = anti depressants. It’s probably why Hilary didn’t get elected. She didn’t really have great hair. I mean – it’s fine but it doesn’t have pizazz. You know who’s hair does have pizazz? Lets say it together – Donald Trump. It’s not good hair – but it’s a conversation starter for sure. And that’s what women want. When it comes to how you look as a woman – we all start in the same place – whatever supermodel is gracing whatever cover. And then we compare. So – lets say I just looked at Cindy Crawford. Well – I don’t have her body. I should have started working out at 20 and not 50. I don’t have long legs… fuck. I could go down the list of things that don’t make me Cindy Crawford but I could have one thing she has – her hair!!! So that’s kinda how it works. You make your way down an imaginary made up list of things a beautiful woman is supposed to be and you check off the things you’re not and then you settle on making what you can make – perfect. Your whole fucking life. Gosh it is so fun being a girl I can’t begin to tell you!!
So hair. All I want is long – even length – (my) naturally curly – hair. It’s what I want. I’ve never had it…. at once… all one length. It’s very specific. And it’s what I may not be able to get back – at my age. It’s just the truth. And it’s sad. Because I probably did most of the damage that won’t let it come back. I don’t know about other women but I’ve spent a fortune trying to fix my jew curls and now I want them to come home to momma. They must be super pissed at me though. Coloring and crimping and chemicalling and blah blah blahing. The amount of money I’ve spent cutting and frying and ironing and whatevering. The tools I have to straighten and then curl. Yep, I blow out my curls, then straighten them, then re-curl them. That’s right – I’m insane.
I look at Shiri Appleby’s hair and think – she’s the luckiest girl alive. Same with Emmy Rossum. I think I cried watching her rediscover her jew curls. But it’s my friends Jonna and Daniella – whose hair I love the most. Long – thick – perfect hair. Seriously they should both be hair models. Actually maybe they are? Clearly I should be a better friend. Whenever they say they want to cut their hair – I scream. I would kill to have their hair. I may kill them and steal their hair. That’s hair I’ll never have because I wasn’t born with it. Wabam! And there in lies the magical circle of women and their hair. (fine… some women) Should I cut it? Maybe some highlights? Oooo lowlights. I’m gonna perm it. Maybe just shave one side? What about bangs? Bangs in fact – are the shortcut for when you’re not brave enough to do some freaky shit to your hair – which is 99 percent of most women so we just cut bangs. Five days after we cut them – we fucking hate them. Maybe 6 days. But we will keep doing it over and over. Grow them out. Cut them. Grow them out. Cut them. Again – it is our joy of being women. Because if our hair is perfect – we are perfect. The end.
I actually have so much more to say about me and my hair but I have to go apply one of three things I’m doing to make it grow longer and thicker and faster. I’ll tell you men what the secret is when I make sure it works.