There is a blog called Mighty Girl that is selling abook called "No One Cares What You Had for Lunch: 100 Ideas for Your Blog" which one of these days, I might just get around to buying, because the title makes me laugh and I enjoy reading this woman's blog from time to time. I also think the shirts she's selling are hilarious ((click on her book link, and scroll down, if you're not afraid of the f-bomb), but I'm not really sure where I would wear something like that in my daily life. (Although a good friend and I were laughing yesterday at the thought of wearing them to like, CHA. How uncomfortable for everyone, really.)
But as I post about the demise of my mullet, I can't help but think, "Cath…that's more or less what you had for lunch, can't you do better?" My answer will always be an emphatic NO!!!!! (with caps and excessive punctuation) and why? Because let's face it: hair matters, but to me, it might not be the way it matters to you.
To me, the most important aspect of hair is one thing, and one thing only: predictability. I do not have time for hair. Although the amount I spend on my numerous Aveda products may suggest otherwise, but the truth of the matter is, I simply don't have time to find out, every morning, what I'm going to look like. I do not like surprises like that. (Cash and gift kind of surprises, yes. Hair surprises, no)
And here's how it shakes out:
Mullet = Chaos
1/4-inch cut = Peace of mind
Whenever I do grow my hair out, inevitably, I end up looking like this:
In essence, I end up looking like a 12-year-old stoner chick. And that's not the look I'm going for. (Yes, this is me at 12. No, I do not believe that I was stoned. Just really tan!)
Granted, I have made mistakes with my choices. Like this:
But when you're 19, you're expected to make choices that backfire, yes? (I really did like my Elvis phase. And my glowing orange color! NICE!)
Years later, when I entered corporate america, I did go for the fashionable bob for a time. Which was just great. But I had no tan, so what was the point? Really?
But the problem with all of these respective hair looks was in the end, the unpredictibility factor was far too high. I've got enough things to obsess and distract myself with. My hair is way too far down on the pole to keep in the mix.
Wow. Maybe that was the most interesting thing ever to blog about.
I can't wait to write about what I made for breakfast…