Deborah’s New Hair Day
Sep 15, 2012
As Jim Anchower from The Onion would say: "I know it's been a long time since I rapped at ya, but a lot of shit's been going down in Jim's part of town."
I haven't written in months. I'm not even sure I know how anymore, but this blog has been kicking around for close to 10 years now, and if I don't write something soon, I won't feel entitled to mark its anniversary next month.
I'm tempted to try to bring everything up to date by writing an extensive "How I Spent My Summer Vacation" post — detailing things like the barrage of medical tests and procedures I underwent a few months ago that, despite having what's considered a decent health plan, left me about seven thousand dollars in the hole.
As it turned out, all I needed was about 60 bucks worth of antibiotics. So it goes.
Anyway, I'm too rusty to recap all my recent comings and goings so instead, I'm just going to write about Deborah's new haircut.
"I'm sick of my long hair," she said, "I think I'm going to cut it all off. What do you think?"
"Why not?" I said, and went so far as to try convincing her to shave it. "It'll grow back."
Of course, it took a few years for it to grow back from the last time she cut it. But so what?
"I'm NOT going to shave it," she said.
She spent a few days scanning the Internet for inspiration and found a couple of photos of Agyness Deyn with a haircut she liked. She posted them to Facebook to get some feedback before making an appointment with the hairdresser.
By the afternoon, all of her lesbian friends, except for one, had given her the thumbs up, "Just waiting for the one holdout, before I call," she laughed.
Her straight girlfriends were encouraging, too. "Yes!" "Do it!"
She only got one comment from a guy. "You look better with long hair," he said, before pulling out the big guns: "It'll make you look older."
The comment annoyed her, and if anything, it had the opposite of its intended result, steeling her resolve. She didn't show any signs of second thoughts until she was waiting at the hairdresser's. She sent me a text: "I hope I don't hate it."
"You will," I said. "And then you'll love it, and then you'll hate it again, and then you'll love it."
In other words, I had no reason to think it would be any different from any other haircut she's ever had.
So far, however, it's only been love.
In other news, I'll be flying to Moscow for work next week. I assume that the change of scenery will inspire me to write a little more. At the very least, I'll post photos -- If I don't spend the entire time locked away in a dark room, slaving away in front of a computer screen, that is. It's been known to happen.
