long time, no post
sorry about that. KM is right when she says that work will expand to fill the available time. she got it from somewhere, but i'm not sure where. doesn't matter really. it's true.
so tomorrow i have my first nonfiction piece due. so far, i'm going with one of the prompts we were given, though of course, we can write whatever. this one i'm particularly interested in deals with hair. three incidents involving hair that tell my life story. wowee.
in a way i'm sorry i need to limit it to three, since there are so many things about my hair that have had an impact on my life or that have reflected some aspect of my life. let's see about some of them here:
-i distinctly recall having my hair washed in the kitchen sink, when i was young and it was long. this was great fun.
-also, my father combing my hair. i swear, i never felt a single tangle when he worked that pick. no slight to you, sr, but i remember quite a few bad tangles when you combed my hair.
-curlers were the work of the devil, and i protested loudly when they approached me.
-there was a round brush once that was resposible for a haircut much shorter than i'd have liked.
-there was the perm that once. i liked it a lot for about 3 weeks, and then it was just ... there. i went on a braiding kick then, and it was only unbraided twice a day for lent that year [shower and pre-bed comb-out before re-braiding].
-then i got sick of it and had it all cut off. i liked the uber-short style until it started growing out, but the easy fix was to get it cut again.
-then pete convinced me to go artistic. a fierce wedge took place on my head, and i, being completely not "cool", still tucked the damn stuff behind my ears. i know the point of a wedge is for the longer front locks to frame the face, but screw that when there's hair in my eyes.
-then the long process of growing it out from the wedge, aided by ems and a pair of scissors when i wanted it even at my chin. i recall we got it a bit shorter than intended, but i was happy with it for a long time.
-then ruben the wonder stylist rescued my hair and turned me glamourous. i let it grow out and then got it cut back, a once-per-semester thing, since ruben the wonder stylist was also pricy.
-an ill-fated trip to supercuts left me with a style i didn't find too attractive in the long run, but it grew out nicely. the massage was worth the style.
-a growing out period, followed by a return to ruben. he never comments on my long absences, but just does his magic and leaves me fabulous.
-and now, it's growing out again.
but what do all these things mean? anything? i liked the long hair because it was wash and go. i tied it back in a ponytail, or sometimes braided it. nothing else. i'd wind it around a pencil on those days i tried to leave it loose.
i liked the short hair because it was wash and go. at first, a tiny bit of gel is required to get my fine and thin hair to lay flat. then, a finger comb is all the treatment it gets.
but either way, there's the trip to the salon for a trim/cut. either way there's hair that is ruined by a hat or snarled by the wind. the fluctuation between pixy and bob is not just laziness on my part, though there is certainly a large degree of laziness to my hair care routine. i'm not sure which i like better. the past-the-shoulders simple or the above-the-ears simple. i know i don't like in between. too much work, or too shaggy. sometimes both.
in truth, i've often thought about going bald. that is, really, the ultimate in wash and go. does it get simpler? unlikely. and a small investment in barber clippers would keep me from a salon. i could wear hats without fussing with the hair that needs to be tucked away somehow, or the hair that gets unattractively flattened to my head in every which way the second i slip on a hat.
is it "unwomanly" to get buzzed? probably. would i get weird looks? definitely. would there be constant explaining to strangers that i was not a cancer patient or a neo-nazi lesbian? likely. do i care all that much? i don't know. that's why i've not done it. if the answer is "yes, it drives me batty and makes me want to cry," than i'll be in for a long three weeks. if the answer is "hell no, why should i care?" then i'll be more than fine. but i don't know my answer.
thing is, the last two haircuts i've had have been practically buzzed on the sides and back. but i've had hair on top, and bangs. they've been short pixies, but still pixies and not crew/buzz cuts. some day, i *will* get my head shaved. but that day is a ways a way. i have to answer that question first. and buy/knit lots of hats in case the answer isn't what i think it is.
one of the deeper issues isn't the hair itself, though. what does my hair mean to me? what do i hope to accomplish in my unending quest for the simplest, laziest of hairstyles?
i do want to be attractive. but the desire isn't for beauty itself [one of the more desctructive of the social constructs], but for all the little perks that come with it. flirting strangers, polite cashiers and checkers, the general feeling that society approves of you... i'd be lying if i said i wouldn't miss it.
and what's to say that a bald head is unattractive? bald men are accepted with little stir. i don't see why i should be barred from the same, if that's what i want. at the same time, i don't see why i should be expected to carefully keep to societal norms if that's *not* what i want.
i don't wear makeup. i don't wear "fashionable" things. i mock all ugg(ly) boots. "nasty" or not, i don't shave my legs unless i'm going to wear something that reveals them. i only shave under my arms because the deoderant slides on easier that way. i don't pluck my eyebrows nearly as often as i "should" and even then, i only pluck them because i feel like it at the time.
i don't do any of those things that most women feel pressured to do in order to keep their place in society unless i feel like doing them at the moment. yet the hair cut thing still gets me.
well that's enough rambling. i'm feeling too lazy to come to some kind of deep, meaningful point, so let's call it brainstorming for the major points i'll be making for the assignment tomorrow.
love and peace
so tomorrow i have my first nonfiction piece due. so far, i'm going with one of the prompts we were given, though of course, we can write whatever. this one i'm particularly interested in deals with hair. three incidents involving hair that tell my life story. wowee.
in a way i'm sorry i need to limit it to three, since there are so many things about my hair that have had an impact on my life or that have reflected some aspect of my life. let's see about some of them here:
-i distinctly recall having my hair washed in the kitchen sink, when i was young and it was long. this was great fun.
-also, my father combing my hair. i swear, i never felt a single tangle when he worked that pick. no slight to you, sr, but i remember quite a few bad tangles when you combed my hair.
-curlers were the work of the devil, and i protested loudly when they approached me.
-there was a round brush once that was resposible for a haircut much shorter than i'd have liked.
-there was the perm that once. i liked it a lot for about 3 weeks, and then it was just ... there. i went on a braiding kick then, and it was only unbraided twice a day for lent that year [shower and pre-bed comb-out before re-braiding].
-then i got sick of it and had it all cut off. i liked the uber-short style until it started growing out, but the easy fix was to get it cut again.
-then pete convinced me to go artistic. a fierce wedge took place on my head, and i, being completely not "cool", still tucked the damn stuff behind my ears. i know the point of a wedge is for the longer front locks to frame the face, but screw that when there's hair in my eyes.
-then the long process of growing it out from the wedge, aided by ems and a pair of scissors when i wanted it even at my chin. i recall we got it a bit shorter than intended, but i was happy with it for a long time.
-then ruben the wonder stylist rescued my hair and turned me glamourous. i let it grow out and then got it cut back, a once-per-semester thing, since ruben the wonder stylist was also pricy.
-an ill-fated trip to supercuts left me with a style i didn't find too attractive in the long run, but it grew out nicely. the massage was worth the style.
-a growing out period, followed by a return to ruben. he never comments on my long absences, but just does his magic and leaves me fabulous.
-and now, it's growing out again.
but what do all these things mean? anything? i liked the long hair because it was wash and go. i tied it back in a ponytail, or sometimes braided it. nothing else. i'd wind it around a pencil on those days i tried to leave it loose.
i liked the short hair because it was wash and go. at first, a tiny bit of gel is required to get my fine and thin hair to lay flat. then, a finger comb is all the treatment it gets.
but either way, there's the trip to the salon for a trim/cut. either way there's hair that is ruined by a hat or snarled by the wind. the fluctuation between pixy and bob is not just laziness on my part, though there is certainly a large degree of laziness to my hair care routine. i'm not sure which i like better. the past-the-shoulders simple or the above-the-ears simple. i know i don't like in between. too much work, or too shaggy. sometimes both.
in truth, i've often thought about going bald. that is, really, the ultimate in wash and go. does it get simpler? unlikely. and a small investment in barber clippers would keep me from a salon. i could wear hats without fussing with the hair that needs to be tucked away somehow, or the hair that gets unattractively flattened to my head in every which way the second i slip on a hat.
is it "unwomanly" to get buzzed? probably. would i get weird looks? definitely. would there be constant explaining to strangers that i was not a cancer patient or a neo-nazi lesbian? likely. do i care all that much? i don't know. that's why i've not done it. if the answer is "yes, it drives me batty and makes me want to cry," than i'll be in for a long three weeks. if the answer is "hell no, why should i care?" then i'll be more than fine. but i don't know my answer.
thing is, the last two haircuts i've had have been practically buzzed on the sides and back. but i've had hair on top, and bangs. they've been short pixies, but still pixies and not crew/buzz cuts. some day, i *will* get my head shaved. but that day is a ways a way. i have to answer that question first. and buy/knit lots of hats in case the answer isn't what i think it is.
one of the deeper issues isn't the hair itself, though. what does my hair mean to me? what do i hope to accomplish in my unending quest for the simplest, laziest of hairstyles?
i do want to be attractive. but the desire isn't for beauty itself [one of the more desctructive of the social constructs], but for all the little perks that come with it. flirting strangers, polite cashiers and checkers, the general feeling that society approves of you... i'd be lying if i said i wouldn't miss it.
and what's to say that a bald head is unattractive? bald men are accepted with little stir. i don't see why i should be barred from the same, if that's what i want. at the same time, i don't see why i should be expected to carefully keep to societal norms if that's *not* what i want.
i don't wear makeup. i don't wear "fashionable" things. i mock all ugg(ly) boots. "nasty" or not, i don't shave my legs unless i'm going to wear something that reveals them. i only shave under my arms because the deoderant slides on easier that way. i don't pluck my eyebrows nearly as often as i "should" and even then, i only pluck them because i feel like it at the time.
i don't do any of those things that most women feel pressured to do in order to keep their place in society unless i feel like doing them at the moment. yet the hair cut thing still gets me.
well that's enough rambling. i'm feeling too lazy to come to some kind of deep, meaningful point, so let's call it brainstorming for the major points i'll be making for the assignment tomorrow.
love and peace
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